Friday, March 02, 2007

Call me MISTER Hughes.

Last night while enjoying 'buddy nite' we started the first annual paper airplane contest. In the restaurant. Restaurants love their patrons to have fun with paper. They do. See Luke 3:14 or Corinthians such and such.

Should I mention how lame Hoagy's plane was? Or the Blondes. Should I mention mine was a sleek, dangerous flying machine? Cuz I will if you want.

Mine was a sleek, dangerous flying machine.

Should I mention our combined age is 139 years old? Should I mention we don't much care?

Should I mention that I was the clear, hands down winner of Paper Flying Projectile Day 2007?

Next Week:

Spitball Mania '07...be there or be square. Or something.

17 comments:

Rat said...

We go to restaurants to get away from the "kids."

cake said...

I almost made a paper airplane last night.

But then I didn't.

maddog said...

I took some paper, filled it, rolled it up, and smoked it. And I thought I was on a plane.

Anonymous said...

I dreamt I made a paper airplane at a pudding restaurant.

cake said...

p.s.

Combined physical age? 139.
Combined mental age? 42.

Just sayin'.

Anonymous said...

I know you are but what are you?

cake said...

Dear Anonymous:

Have you been into Maddog's "papers"?

Love,
Cake

t said...

spitballs? I am doomed...

Gazongalicious said...

I almost had a dream one that I was in a big winged vat of pudding and I was getting bombed by airplanes and then all of a sudden I woke up and found myself in a space ship with a diaper on...and went what the hell was that all about!

I Ain't No Oprah said...

Sounds like a Hitler or baseball dream.

motheragawd said...

I almost read this blog today.

cake said...

I almost didn't.

Roger the Shrubber said...

I almost read half of this blog

bemisdown said...

Spitballs. I'm a PRO. You should really have an elastic shooting night though...much tricker.

Still trying to fix my STUPID blog....

motheragawd said...

BlogTard

cake said...

I'd win at elastic shooting. I was the reigning champion at an old job.

I mean I could bull's eye a womp rat from my...oh no, wait, that's a movie.

Never mind.

Bemisdown said...

Not a blogtard. It's my mentally retarded developmentally delayed stupid double digit I.Q. COMPUTER.

NOTE: Able to write on JOANIE'S smarter, more attractive computer....I wrote about the VERY significant issue of tuna sandwiches and it published....on JOANIE'S computer....MINE wanted nothing to do with tuna sandwiches...

So there.