This is my oldest friend, Palm Tree. Tonight, we’ve been conducting what may be the world’s longest ongoing chat/Scramble match/conversation, involving Orc blood, bitch-goblins, Stadium Pals, grumpy exes, astrology, vibrators, and so much more, often in misspelled allcaps. And I have laughed my ass off the whole time. Heavy guffaws, my head thrown back to my shoulders.
All without uttering a single word, since she’s hours and hours away, in Buffalo, NY, a whimsical place where air conditioning is apparently a luxury. WTF.
Anyhoo, PT, thanks for the laffs. Ain’t the internet a magical place?
Smooches, kiddo.
Thank YOU for the laffs, and the occasional fresh breezes. It’s been awesome, and my abs will hurt tomorrow. Thanks for being you, and so fucking funny that one day I might literally shit myself. And for the fact that you’ll be there with the Stadium Pal to save my ass. And for your diminishing ellipse bit. That kills.
And for the jokes, dear god the jokes.
We gotta do this more often, although after you getting to use “labia” on Scramble, I’ll never defeat you. Ever.
I know nights like this will kindle my good spirits.
And put the fear of god into anemones and bitch-goblins everywhere.
Mark my words.
They’re going down.
Hody.
I like to see my girls have such a nice time. You kids.
I wish my oldest friend (who I’ve known since we were five) would spend more time online. We rarely talk on the phone (I suck) and she, like most people, thinks using the Internet for communication only involves Facebook and e-mail (that sucks).
This was a cute post. Have fun on your vacation and let me know about Friday in the boro!