Sunday, November 19, 2006

That's What Happens When You Leave Cotton Candy Out...

It's been a while since my last post. Sorry, quite a bit going on lately. However, I will conclude my London memoirs with my return home.

Upon opening my apartment door, I was greeted by a floor full of balloons.

Having been travelling nearly 20 hours trying to return to my home sweet home,my mind was not fully functioning. I forgot that my birthday had passed and perhaps this was my friends' way of welcoming me back. I, instead, went directly upstairs, and called the exterminator. This was our conversation:

Exterminator: What seems to be the problem.
Me: I have clowns.
E: You have what?
Me: Clowns! I haven't actually seen one, yet. But their droppings are everywhere.

....and scene.


Denae said...

where the hell have you been? i wasn't going to connect your crap sight to mine until you started posting again. plunker.

Anonymous said...

I don't think you understand how hard it is for a smoker to blow up that many balloons. It was a true test...clearly wasted on the likes of you!

The Kevin said...

I don't know what a plunker is.