The Barbarian Group took us all out last night. We started at Loreley, a German beer garden, where I didn’t have any beer. Nor did I sample the Wiener Schnitzel in a German bun. But others did! And I had the word SCHNITZEL on the brain for the rest of the evening.
I did have the asparagas soup. It was delightful. And Rachel was trying to convince me that pee doesn’t actually stink from asparagas and instead your nose is the culprit. And if you didn’t have aspargas and someone else did, you wouldn’t be able to smell their stinky pee. I’m not buying it. But sometime this weekend, I’m going to have Tobyjoe dine on asparagas. I’m testing this little theory, gonna decide once and for all.
I met Rick finally. He’s a partner. He’s fabulous. This is Rick:
P.S. Before I get more email asking “What happened to the images?” I took them down. The woman I spoke about earlier left a comment, I contacted her, and we’ve have been emailing back and forth ever since. I felt the right thing to do was to take the images and the comments down. I hope you understand.
All is good and she’s quite nice. Funny how things sometimes turn out.
(If you have no idea what I’m talking about, that’s fine, too.)
check it out: http://www.discovery.com/area/skinnyon/skinnyon970115/skinny1.html
that’s super weird. SUPER. Weird.
My kids LOVE asparagus. Pippy is particularly fond of it precisely because of its uro-olfactory effect.
Also, I don’t think anyone in my house f*cked Vincent Gallo, but since he is from Buffalo I can’t speak with certainty about my wife.
I wonder if she thought her life would be TOTALLY different after having sexual intercourse with Mr. Gallo. Do you think? If so, Tobyjoe totally let the wind out of her sails.
OMG. Your wife is gonna kill you, Chuck. I’m gonna fax her a copy of that comment. Haha.
Yeah, he’s so dead. Murder strikes Buffalo.
Funny, a couple days ago a friend of ours had Aspragus Pee while he was visiting us. He commented that 10% of the population can’t smell it and wanted me to see if I could smell it. I declined, otherwise I may have been able to comment further.
this photo is my hommage to the cover of the second britney album
mihow gets the classiest google ads:
Butt-crack in a Bottle
Long-lasting, intense butt-crack smell in liquid form for pranks.
I feel a gif animation coming on…
Wait, I was pretty sure that that girl wanted to fuck Mr. Gallo, and even managed to meet him in somewhat intimate circumstances, but it never actually happened. Maybe I’m wrong though. It’s impossible to know really.
We must have missed the director’s cut.
hi, i’m the drunk girl that you are writing about (and displaying pictures of). i remember you taking my picture but i don’t remember indicating that i didn’t care if i was going to be exploited on the internet. if you want to keep up what you wrote about me, go for it….but just out of decency, you should also leave this post up so that your readers can see how violated and upset you have made me feel. it kind of sucks when you use someone else’s vulnerability for entertainment value. i didn’t intentionally do anything to hurt you or your friends and i kind of feel like this maliciousness is unmerited.
Jackie, I took them down and I emailed you directly. My apologies.