This is the Australian band Kistone at my place Saturday night. Why do they look retarded and why are they holding my sister Lindy's dog?Number One: Someone didn't understand the concept of a flash camera and it wasn't me, for once.
Number Two: Yoshi, the dog, HOWLS like a wolf. When my sister and I are alone with him, we have to rush to his side to shut him up because he thinks we, as his pack, are LOST. So he howls. LOUDLY. Never give Australians this information because they decided to see how long it would take them to get the dog to flip out and me evicted. Eventually my sister joined in the howling AND I LOST MY WILL TO LIVE and decided to just stand outside and wait for the cops to show up.
Then I started howling.
And the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"What's going on other there?"
"The Australians are giving my sister's dog a Brazilian."
"Well, in case you didn't know, it's VERY, VERY, VERY loud."
"You've clearly never had a Brazilian, have you?"
"I'M A GUY."
"Then I'll jump you to the front of the line."
CLICK.
Here someone put the flash to better use and Simon is consoling Yoshi while Lindsay and Mike make fun of the video they took of him. I thought I had no life.
And I don't.I want to thank Vodka Mom for letting me blog chez elle and for the support of all her terrific fans. I still have numb hands and don't always respond the way I used to in the comments section but I was so moved by Vodka's readers that I'm going to start commenting back again because my horrific, debilitating pain is inconsequential in the face of such kindness and of course I'm lying.
End of chat.
