Friday, April 10, 2009

Good Thing She’s Pretty

Aren’t pretty people amasing. Not only are they pretty but they are.. they are..  oh what’s the word I’m looking for,  hmmm……  DUMB. That’s it. pretty people are amasingly dumb. Well not all of them are dumb, just most of the one’s I happen to come across. Oh and if I ever tell you “It’s ok, you’re pretty,” or “Good thing you are pretty,” I am referring to you at that moment in which you did something. Although if you are ugly and do something dumb, I won’t say anything so you pretty people in my life should feel blessed. Let me tell you about my wonderous day. It all started when I was talking to a friend. We’ll call her Kim. That’s her name. I found out something very important when talking to Kim, do not talk with a pregnant woman about food. Especially when they agree with you on the deliciousness of that particular food. You’ll end up eating it with her. Such was the case. Off to Regina I went. As I neared our destination of meeting, I remembered why I hate parking in downtown Regina, frankly because you can’t. I circled the building of meeting a few times trying to find a spot when I eventually gave up and parked 3 blocks away in a private parking lot. We met, hopped in the car and took off to have the world’s greatest pizza. It was well worth the $40 with the tip and leftovers for tomorrow at a time of my choosing, likely supper. Damn that sauce rocks, and the crust, and the toppings. It is a little slice of heaven. Kicks Pizza Hut’s mother fucking ass. Then we were off on a quest of great importance, Frisky Dingo. I had been searching high and low and could not find the damn show anywhere. I had checked Walmarts, Future Shops, Zellers’ssss, HMV’s, and CD Plus’ssss with no avail. I even broke into a few neighboring homes and came up with no damn Frisky Dingo,  some new credit cards though, which are always nice for trips. Here’s a tip, do not use a neighbor’s stolen credit card in the town you stole it from. It’s just common sense. Anyways off to a new unheard of video store, Kim was making up for her devoring of my pizza, though her navigation skills could use some minor tweeking. We find said video store, after we gave up in the parking lot drove, double backed, then double backed again (props to ZZ Tops for the beards and the song). Frisky Dingo ws found and is now in my collectin, both season :) Time for some relaxation and ice cream as the thoughtful driver thought of, that’s me. We get to Dairy Queen and I order a rootbeer and a sundae. Now pay attention to my order, did you get it. Rootbeer and a sundae. You sure you got it. Are you to pretty to understand that I want a soft drink and a sundae. Good, just checking. Well if you guessed that I ordered a soft drink and a sundae then congradulations, you have a greater IQ then my server at DQ. I truly applaud you at this feat of uptmost impossibilty. Alright she was pretty, thank god for her there or the poor girl would be doomed, doomed, doomed. Alright I’ll tell you what I got. I got a sundae with strawberries, and get this… are you ready….  are you sitting down…..  I got another sundae, with rootbeer on it. Yes that’s right. How can you not handle a simple order of 4 things. Some people really need to be pretty to get through life. This girl is no exception. Well some laughs were shared at the table. Kim wondered why I didn’t complain. It was simply too funny to complain about, and I really did pity the poor girl. I also called a friend and left him 3 nice messages on his phone and I purchased a book before I left. Yes, yes the owner of this blog does read books,  no there are no pictures in this book and it is more than 25 pages. I didn’t look to see how many but it’s pretty darn thick. I’m gonna guess it has more than 200 pages. Can he read it, yes he can.
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