Phone a Friend
February 25th, 2006I usually get boring stuff like “Call me, k?”, “Love u babe”, or “I’m totally there!” text messaged to me on my phone. Last night, however, I got something that was totally unexpected, entirely delightful, and quite possibly a little explosive in nature.
As I was heading home from work, from my darling friend Christoph, I received this:
How kind of him. I guess, post gut-busting lunch at Cheng’s China Buffet, Christoph was a little concerned.
Christoph, in answer to your text, no I do not “got trots.”
- The veggie lo mein I had for lunch *did not* barrel through my bowels faster than an athlete at the Olympic luge.
- I have *not* made penance to the gods of gastrointestinal distress and general tsao.
- I *do not* have the Orient Express coursing through my arsehole.
So yes, rest easy darling Christoph: I have no intestinal adventures to report…
But if I *did* have diarrhea, I’d totally blog about it here at the haus. Because that’s how we do (doo doo)… but I digress.
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OK. Enough of this tom foolery. I’m on my way to ak vackay and I need pack. And if you haven’t done so already, dear hannihaus readers, join my map. (I’m sorry. That was bad.)
mwahahahanni
February 27th, 2006
my sister’s fiance calls it “got the soups”
February 28th, 2006
Some TM’s are totally worth keeping
March 3rd, 2006
Trots!
I enjoyed our visit to the buffet. It was my first buffet experience since coming back from D.C. last October. As you may remember - I had called off all buffet activity in the near future. So you can imagine the intestinal treasures I found soon after lunching at the Cheng’s China Buffet. It’s all good though. Even if you had not the trots - for I had enough for the both of us… and perhaps enough for the other fiends at the table that day.
Four in the Kooch, fiends!