Snippets From Last Night's Dinner Party
May. 27th, 2010 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elrhiarhodanIt was my friend B's (V's husband) 63rd birthday party. Not quite a surprise party -- since he wasn't surprised to see a bunch of people at the restaurant. It was fun, although I probably would have enjoyed myself more had I not just come home from a vacation spent with too many people (yes, I am still bitching about THAT). The conversation should have been witty and sophisticated. IT WAS NOT. It seemed to center around bodily functions of man and beast.
"The little one really likes to eat goose poo. I try not to let him french me afterwards."
"The bathroom isn't air conditioned. It smells." "It didn't smell went I went in." "Well, it smells now. Did you have the brocolli?"
"Do you know how difficult it is to pee standing up when you're on crutches?"
"For eight years, I've been trying to break him of that habit, but he still likes to lick his balls. Even though he doesn't have any."
"I like to each the chocolate frosting, she likes to eat the cake. What does that say about us?"
"The little one really likes to eat goose poo. I try not to let him french me afterwards."
"The bathroom isn't air conditioned. It smells." "It didn't smell went I went in." "Well, it smells now. Did you have the brocolli?"
"Do you know how difficult it is to pee standing up when you're on crutches?"
"For eight years, I've been trying to break him of that habit, but he still likes to lick his balls. Even though he doesn't have any."
"I like to each the chocolate frosting, she likes to eat the cake. What does that say about us?"
