tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post115917097707375889..comments2023-10-26T01:30:06.692-07:00Comments on Charm School: V.I.P., R.I.Pkissyfacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12880453131963836140noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post-1159247007179547812006-09-25T22:03:00.000-07:002006-09-25T22:03:00.000-07:00Aytch - yes yes, i remember now (i didn't really t...Aytch - yes yes, i remember now (i didn't really think you meant the current vehicle).<BR/><BR/>for the price of an oil change on one of the autos i railed against, many children could be eating a much needed supper.<BR/><BR/>don't you think it's curious how your moniker shows up midway in the body of the text you post here?<BR/><BR/>further strange is the fact that i have to type in the word verification for my own blog. i guess being a v.i.p. doesn't mean what it used to. sigh.kissyfacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12880453131963836140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post-1159243474989016172006-09-25T21:04:00.000-07:002006-09-25T21:04:00.000-07:00PS: The duct tape reference was to my old beater O...PS: The duct tape reference was to my old beater Okinawa Toyota (July archives). You know, the racing stripes and patches on the rust cankers all over the car. The Toronado I'm currently tinkering with is a different story. Oh, Don't start. For the cost of an OIL CHANGE on one of those Porsches or Ferraris you railed against, I could strip my Olds down to every last nut, bolt, and wire, and restore it to its original condition. Honestly, if not for the connexion with my dad I would have sent it packing long ago. It's going to take me a long time and a couple large to bring it back to life.Citizen Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10505477098349387447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post-1159240231359610542006-09-25T20:10:00.000-07:002006-09-25T20:10:00.000-07:00soooo funny, Aytch. Yours completely trump mine. ...soooo funny, Aytch. Yours completely trump mine. Actually, I was informed of my my antics by a guy who I hadn't seen since that night. He was apparently quite charmed, to the point he wrote some short story about it. I still don't remember it, which is peculiar given I seem to recall everything else about that evening (it's not like I passed out), including the moment when he tried to stick his tongue down my throat. I really only drink when I'm in a very good mood, and that day was one of the most fun times I've had. I don't get angry when drunken, I get mock angry, and to comedic effect. However, I've yet to be quite so daring or creative in those moments as you. Any artistry I have in those moments lives on the tongue, er, in parlance. If there is a good reason to drink, it can only exist when mirth, pranksterism, exaltation and joy are present.kissyfacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12880453131963836140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18217342.post-1159232188271306742006-09-25T17:56:00.000-07:002006-09-25T17:56:00.000-07:00Hmm. Do I see a pattern?Drink. Assault traffic con...Hmm. Do I see a pattern?<BR/><BR/>Drink. Assault traffic cones.<BR/><BR/>Drink. Berate valets (and everyone else within earshot).<BR/><BR/>What's next? <BR/>Drink... Rant at LAPD officer over Jews?<BR/><BR/>Come on, live a little! Take a leaf from my book:<BR/><BR/>Drink. Cliff-dive an Okinawa beach. Film it and drunkenly conspire to send the tape to AFN so they can produce a beach-safety announcement.<BR/><BR/>Drink. Fly homemade kite in category-2 typhoon. Lose kite and hope it doesn't blow into the transformer, killing the base's electricity. Make ass of self in flak jacket and helmet.<BR/><BR/>Drink. Re-style your car with a roll of duct tape. Take pictures and post on your blog.<BR/><BR/>Just remember, your shenanigans should be cute and funny, not cruel and tragic.Citizen Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10505477098349387447noreply@blogger.com