This is kinda funny in a fucked up kinda way. Pete Doherty feeding a penguin his weed. Buck uplah, Pete. Baby Shambles is way inferior to The Libertines and Kate will get tired of you one day.
I hope the penguin’s ok.
We routinely go somewhere nice for dinner the Friday after pay day. This time we chose California Pizza Kitchen. As I was munching my Thai Crunch salad, Stinky looked deep into my eyes and said, “I love this Italian sausage.” Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the hint of sexual depravity, but I cracked up and couldn’t stop laughing. Then we started talking about how much I liked edamame and the whole boring story of how I discovered I liked edamame. Anything to drown out the Mariah Carey/Whitney Houston song in the background being sung along to by the girl at the next table. Go get a karaoke roomlah.
Georgie has made the proud achievement of scaring the gas delivery man. Gas Man’s eyes went wide when The Ret opened the door and he saw Georgie. He shouted, “GIGIT AH?” She tried to placate him by saying George was a cat and not a dog but that made things worse ‘coz the poor man couldn’t believe a cat could be as big. George being the absolute ass he is, sensed the poor man’s fear and kept making darting movements towards the guy’s feet. Gas Man didn’t stay long. Not even to wait till I got home to pay him for replacing our gas valve. George impressed him so much he decided payment could wait another day. Hahaha.