On my way back from breakfast tonight I was assaulted by drunken whores with balloons in my hotel's hallway. They ran up behind me and started bouncing them on my head while squealing and shrieking so loudly that I thought windows were going to start breaking. This pissed me off, and I was all "GAH! Bitches, stop!" But they ignored me so I snagged a balloon and popped it. They thought this was hilarious, and went running off to do whatever it is that giggling drunken whores do this time of night.
Anyway... the reason I'm having breakfast at 10:00pm is because my schedule is screwed up from working all hours. I don't usually eat this late, but my appetite demanded toast and scrambled eggs (probably because it doesn't know how to tell time), so off I went. Delicious! My waitress was nice enough to let me substitute extra toast and jam for the meat because, well, it's not like you can ever have too much bread...
From Brian's Amazing Bread Carving Contest
So now I am back in my hotel room with mussed up hair and a full stomach.
And unable to sleep. Again. Which wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't have to fly home tomorrow morning.
Though I suppose I shouldn't be upset about that because = knock on wood = the next time I'll be on a plane will be for vacation.
Nineteen days and counting...
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The toast happy face is just fabulous!
Gah, you’re so cute I think I have cavities.
Maybe you are too stoked about being home for 18 days to sleep. Hopefully your own bed will bring the sleep on!
I’m always amazed at how random people violate your space like that.
Usually the giggling drunken whores are with me at that time of the night.
Sorry that I let them loose for a few moments.
Have fun on your vacation, where ya going???
Breakfast for dinner ROCKS!! I like the photos of you and bread!!!
Those weren’t balloons…They were bouncing boobies off the top of your hot head!
I don’t know Dave, squealing balloon-toting whores aren”t ALL bad y’know.
I’m lucky; the drunken whores with balloons seem to ignore me.
You’ll be on vacation the same time we will. We will be visiting the Magic Kingdom (along with Epcot, Animal Kingdom and whatever else fits into a week)and hopefully Britt and Adam, too.
Did you just call me a bitch?
And, yay for full stomach! At least if you do sleep now you’ll have effed up dreams!
loving the line “GAH! Bitches, stop!”
must use that at a family birthday party today.
i’ll giggle, but i have a feeling no one will appreciate it as much as i do.
I never get assaulted by drunken whores. With balloons or anything else. Some people have all the luck.
Why is it that I can totally hear you yelling “GAH! Bitches, stop!” at them? And it totally makes me snicker in my ice cream that you said it to them.
The happy bread is kinda too cute to eat.
Smiley toast, wow, that made my morning!
Damn those drunken whores and their drunkenness!