Chicken run
At 2:50 AM Sunday (after the time change), I was awakened by a phone call from IrishTenor, who had been at a party.
IrishTenor (jovially): "Hey, what are you doing?"
Me (somewhat less jovially): "Sleeping."
IrishTenor: "Is it fun?"
Me (disgruntled): "Not anymore."
IrishTenor: "How would you like to come and pick me up? I'm walking home and I'm dressed like a big yellow chicken."
Me: "What...?"
IrishTenor: "I said, I'm walking home and I'm dressed like a big yellow chicken. Say, what time is it?"
Me (pointedly): "Nearly 3 AM. And this is after I changed my clocks back."
IrishTenor: "It's 3 AM?! I can't be walking around Minneapolis dressed like a chicken at 3 AM!"
Me: "All right...fine. I'm coming. How will I find you?"
IrishTenor (as though this is self-evident): "Drive around Lake Calhoun until you see the guy dressed like a big yellow chicken!"
That is probably the best conversation you've put up...ever.
Posted by
Anonymous |
6:36 PM, November 01, 2006
Better than Ebola?
Posted by
SouthernCanadian |
8:48 PM, November 01, 2006
Oh yay another furry well I guess he is more of a feathery than a furry, but it still counts in my book.
Posted by
Furry |
5:16 PM, November 02, 2006
Oh, this one is golden. This was Halloween related, right?
Posted by
Lex Fori |
11:03 AM, November 03, 2006
Furry - in theory it should have been feathery, but really it was furry and shed everywhere. I'm still finding yellow strands on my stuff!
Lex - yes, it was Halloween related.
Posted by
SouthernCanadian |
9:52 AM, November 04, 2006