so, about this "digging" thing. to be completely honest, I am not a big fan. When someone says they "dig" something I think they are just trying to relate to me to convince me to not do drugs. But for the sake of the MeMe, I will continue to refer to it has the seven things I dig about Whit.
- He invites me to dinner/cocktail parties. As you could probably guess, I am not much of a dinner/cocktail party guy, I tape bottles of malt liquor to my hands for shit sakes. But Whit still invites me over, and to show my appreciation I wait until the third round of drinks to suggest shots. And I keep my pants on.
- He is ALWAYS listening to music. When I lived there and when I didn't if he was awake there was music playing. All sorts of styles, all sorts of awesome.
- He yells. He yells at co-workers. He yells at patrons. He yells at the Steelers.
- The story of the popsicle-corndog. Ask him to tell you about it. It is a gem.
- He is the type of dad I would want to be if I ever became a father.
- He never lets an opportunity to make a joke pass. Especially if it is about girls from the local high school.
- He is a great friend. He has already help me when I was in one self-imposed jam, and I know when I get into another, self-imposed or not, he will be there to help, or laugh at me, or buy me a beer. It all works for me.
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Thank you for doing the MeMe.
This was great. I especially liked numbers 2, 5 and 7 about Mr. Honey.
And number 3 was sort of like porn for me.
Thank you for the tag. I will do my best to properly dig Whit.
Hey, thanks. You said nice stuff. I was expecting 7 things about my flip flops.
In the words of Randy Newman on every Pixar soundtrack available, you've got a friend in me.
BTW, I yelled FOR the Steelers last night, not AT.
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