Spent this past weekend down the Cape (Cape Cod for you non New Englanders) in Yarmouth Port with a great group of friends. Good times were had, delicious food was consumed (homemade vegetable lasagna with 3 pounds of mushrooms and about 18 pounds of cheese), and much wine was imbibed. We even managed to squeeze in a 20 mile bike ride on Saturday.
Of course, there naturally had to be some ridiculous things said by my friends and me. Here is a lovely recap.“Are you allowed to push it back in?” “You guys suck balls… I dont actually. I’m not sucking any currently…” “That’s a lot of cheese… and I cant wait to put it in my body.” “I like to spread it in the kitchen” “C’mon girl, go eat your biscuit” “Does anyone want to stick their hand in this and give it some love?” “You have an impressive pile of fungus.” “Yeah fungus-a-mungus.” “The first time, I did it really hard.” “She wanted my muffin… so you gave her your biscuit?” “I need to stick it in my hitch.” “I’ll just do it harder!” “Just get in there!” “Ooh, it’s moist!”