Friday, August 28, 2009

We may have to move to Iowa... But I'd do it for Aunt Becky.

This post will also be known as Aunt Becky, Part Deux.

Because our awesomeness couldn't be contained in one blog post. Oh, no. We were too fabulous for that.

Just to catch everyone up who didn't read the previous post, Aunt Becky and I went to Walmart, participated in alcoholic beverages and had a foursome with Ben and Jerry, then we ended with her giving me blog tips the next day.

Because my boss is such a wonderfully fabulous guy, he took Aunt Becky to lunch with us at Le Bistro's. You can find them here on Facebook. (Fan them!)(Just do it!!!) We had a fabulous entree of Oriental Chicken Salad; romaine, grilled chicken, mandarin oranges, water chestnuts, and fried wonton strips with their Asian dressing. Tres magnifique!

However, the best was yet to come. We had what is possibly the best tasting thing to have ever been in my mouth (besides Aunt Becky - HA, DIRTY!) for dessert.
Chocolate Raspberry Creme Brulee.
Be jealous.

Then Aunt Becky stole my Ande's mint, but that's ok. I'll let her because we love each other so. And when you love someone, you share everything with them.
Except your herpes.

Then we went cruising across the bridge back to work; the view looks pretty, but to the left there is a waste management plant and it smells like poo and farts.

Then we giggled at the awesome fish in the deli downstairs; I've named him Oscar, because he just looks like an Oscar. Don't you think?
Shut up. I really don't care if you agree with me.
He is Oscar, and no one can convince me otherwise.

Ok, I took my bitter pants off and put my giggly pants on.
And Sign; I could never keep my hands off Aunt Becky.
Nor would I ever use her in the event of a fire.

Speaking of giggly; this sort of speaks for itself, doesn't it?

Apokolips? Really?

So Aunt Becky and I giggled much, and then did blowjob shots. Because they're delicious.

Then once I got her good and drunk, I asked Aunt Becky to marry me.

And once she swallowed her blowjob, she said YES!!!

Stick that in your computer and process it, Daver. Ha!

2 dished:

Aunt Becky said...

The waste management center was obviously the highlight of the trip. How do people work there?

Sassy Pie said...

Um... Clothespins? Seriously, though. The part of town that smells like poo and farts is one of the many ghettoish places in this town anyhow. Maybe it's just the residents that make it smell that way... Hrm. A lot of them smell like B.O. and farts.

Dey mustave eaddid themselves some brown bakkidy beans.