So today is Friday...Friday the 29th of September. Do you know what that means? It means that today was the day that I got to pose for pictures for the new Mental Illness pamphlets and posters. The first part was me talking to a dog, which was easy enough. I just kept calling it "puppy puppy" and I'm sure I look like I have mental issues in all of those photos. Then, I got to sit in a chair and pretend to be a client receiving therapy from one of the Therapists. It was a beautiful thing. I kept laughing because we were supposed to be so serious...and because it's awkward posing as something you are not. *ahem* The last part of the shoot was my favorite...I picked up a few of my guys and we went and shot some pool. One of them got paranoid about the cameras, and chose to sit the picture part out, but my other guy...oh man! He had his new shirt on, and his giant hat, and his giant glasses and he was just right into it. The awesomest thing about all of this was the last picture...it's me pretending to shoot a ball and him leaning over my shoulder. The photographer called it "an intimate moment". Hahahaha oh man. I called to tell my boss about it and he was laughing hysterically. I can't wait to see them.
On a brighter note, I called in sick to the liquor store tonight. I actually feel quite shitty, and I think my Friday evening would be better spent sleeping in bed than dealing with people who are drinking too much.
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(Jeff)
I had a dog once...
(Jeff)
Some times I wish I was a very small man so I could put a saddle on a golden retriever and ride it around the house and maybe I'd ride it to the store also.... But I'm not talking about being a midget in oder to ride this dog because I think an adult midget would be far too heavy. I'm talking about being 12 inches tall.... If I was 12 inches tall I would also hide in people's cupboards and jump on their faces when they'd open the door. Or maybe pose as an action figure in some toy store and do the same thing when an unsuspecting employee came by to stalk the shelves...So.... Speaking of mental illness.
(Jeff)
Oops. I meant to say stock, not stalk... That just wouldn't make sense.
(Ross)
Stalking makes sense to your mum. Woo hoo! The joke that never dies!
Thanks Jeff...that was really deep stuff. I'm eating a Peanut Butter and Banana sandwich right now. I'm glad I'm not 12 inches tall or else the sandwhich would be too big for me.
And yes Ross, it would make sense to Jeff's mom.
Don't forget the Gravol. Can't have your sandwhich without that as a filler...
Glad to see I'm not the only one to abuse Gravol as a sleep-inducer.
I uhh, take it almost every night...and sometimes, if I want to sleep for 36 hours straight, I take too much. But then I start to feel nauseous and like I can't move my legs. That's kinda terrifying.
On a brighter note, ask Jeff about Christmas Eve and Gravol. It's super. I can't wait to have kids!
Jeff, what's all this about Xmas Eve and Gravol?
Did you put some in Santa's milk?
(Jeff)
It was just another elaborate scheme of mine to finally meet the old fat man face to face. Christmas Eve 1987, instead of leaving milk, I left a gin and tonic containing 2,500 mg of Gravol. The next morning I found my father on the carpet: drooling and quietly muttering something about "El spawn del diablo."
(Ross)
Yeah but he does that every morning.
Santa is the spawn of Satan?
(Ross)
He's an anagram of him, if nothing else.
How right you are. I will never look at him the same way again...
...with lust.
In the year 2000, Santa will still fly around the world one night a year, only it will be St. Patrick's Day and he will be drunk off his ass.
I just realized that Santa won't be able to come to my new condo because I don't have a fireplace. Does this mean I have to go get my presents from the tree outside? Or should I just break into my neighbours houses and take theirs?
Well, if Santa really is Satan, I don't think he'd care.
(Jeff)
Well Janelle, since you feel like I don't write comments on your blog near enough I feel like we shouldtake the time to fill this space with a little debate. Janelle, I really have to question your—what I think is totally misguided—hatred towards Danny Glover. Sure I can’t argue with those who dub him as completely average, or even those who compare him to an Alec Baldwin that’s devoid of any sense of humor. Really Janelle? You hate him? Come on. He’s not deserving of such hatred. That’s like having a grudge towards Jeff Daniels; While you might feel a little reluctant to cast him in a roll that didn’t require the resemblance of a middle aged, easy going, suburbanized, little league softball coach, we all know he can deliver. If you should hate anyone it should be James Woods, now that’s worth your time and energy.
Or William Dafoe in drag
(Jeff)
Don't even get me started on
Willem Dafoe in drag... "THERE WAS A FIRE-FIGHT!!!!"
There is nothing to debate Jeff...me hating Danny Glover is totally acceptable. I fail to see why I need to defend my hatred.
What I want to know is, why you never went out with Jenny in high school. You KNOW she was in love with you...I mean, I had a crush on the Jeff-meister too, but I could NEVER even HOPE to have jugs the size of hers! Just think of the fun you could have had!!
(Jeff)
You've pulled some low shit in your time.... but I.... What the hell is wrong with you?
Once again, Jeff passes up the jugs.
(or so his mum says)
I'm not sure if it's wonderful or pathetic...but the "mom" jokes just never seem to get old.
By the way, this girl would have been perfect for Jeff...albeit a little heavier than him.
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