What was the mayor doing in the room and did the dudes mother just lay there? :tongue:
I had to read that twice too. :biggrin1:
Too many stories of this ilk to relate them all - I'm like a magnet for this sort of thing, and thankfully I don't embarrass easily. One that comes to mind would be when I first moved to LA I was staying with my best friend. He has a little apartment with a bathroom/kitchen in the basement and let me camp out there until I found my own place.
A day or two after the movers showed up with my stuff I was just out of the shower and drying my hair when I felt something moving on my foot. I look down to find the biggest spider I've ever seen in my life. Spiders are, like, #6 on the list of things that freak me the fuck out.
So I freaked the fuck out. I leaped onto the bed and screamed like I'd just been stabbed. My best friend comes running down the stairs in a panic to find me stark naked, dripping wet, standing on the bed and pointing at the spider walking across the floor. (Seriously, this was a huge fucking spider that must have gotten into one of the moving boxes when the van was traveling through the desert or Hades or wherever the fuck it came from).
My best friend just about fell down the rest of the stairs in laughter. Meanwhile I'm yelling at him to stop laughing and help me figure out how to get rid of the damn spider.
Then I hear his wife call from upstairs, "Is everything okay? Do I need to come down there?"
To which I yell "No!" at the same time as my best friend yelled "Yes!"
THAT is too funny!! :tongue:
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