Grandma's Favorite Button (survivor challenge #9)

Grandma's Favorite Button I was imagining, in my own perverse little way, using a spatula to squeeze Brad Pitt into bigmammajen's thong underwear. The picture in my mind was cosmic! Almost like the time I hit my head in yoga class and dreamed the Taco Bell chihuahua, with his googly eyes and elephant eyelashes, was selling chop suey and rump roast with creamed corn for McDonalds! But then the drugs wore off - man that's some powerful shit the dentist uses! I drove home - real slow! Still not too steady - probably shouldn't have driven at all. My sweetie was waiting for me and I kissed her with my chicken lips - still numb from the dentist's. "You been using Chapstick?" she asked. "No," I said, "that must be from the dentist's... sorry!" We played a little game of Bed Head - then got ready to go to the Opera. "Hurry up and get your doodie butt outta the shower!" She said. "Come on in and make me, Buttfuzz!" I yelled back at her, grinning. "Hey - I've got enough belly button lint to make a hairy armpit!" I could hear her laughing as she dressed. For good luck, I decided to wear grandma's favorite button - the one that said "Kiss me, I'm Irish." 4/7/2002 Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 02:29 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl    0 • 10