Cash, David, DF (Dreadlock Fetus), Fuzzicles (Chess), Jonathan, Pastor, Raymond Smith, Ryan, Scribe, Sticky Rice or Perfect Storm (Wimmer), SB (Silent Bob), Tango, Tom, Berkshire Hathaway (Solomon), Whitey
What a week at the table! With fifteen people doing our best impression of a fire hazard (if those exist outdoors), the White House issued an executive order providing guidelines around what can officially called huge.
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| Apologies for the partial inclusion of Fuzzicles. |
Sticky Rice (nickname unapproved) began discussions regaling the table with his sexcapades in Thailand. Cash undoubtedly was envisioning exchanging Kentucky acreage deeds for a few "how's your fathers" in the far east.
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| Sticky Rice after his "special" massage. |
Berkshire Hathaway (nickname unapproved) then assumed the regaling with his story about chasing a thug (a flamethrower, if you will) down in Manhattan after said thug hurled a carousel of cigarette lighters into his general space. Scribe was to devise an alternate ending for this story, but ain't nobody got time for that!
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| Berkshire Hathaway on the streets of Manhattan. |
Shortly thereafter, Scribe asked a question about tax deeds, which caused all debauchery to cease in favor of somewhat educated discourse. In other words, he bored up the joint. Whitey (just a little old country boy from Indiana) then began to speak something that, to the seasoned professionals at the table was real estate pole dancing. Cash got a tax deed chubby and had to stay seated for the rest of the afternoon. Scribe, an amateur in matters of real estate, got no action, but (FYI) his nose does grow when you rub his head. We learned from this episode that SB must have real estate ears because he heard every word Whitey said from across the table.
But even with real estate porn, the gentlemen were not fulfilled until a rather in-depth conversation/debate about Rapunzel surfaced. It was then that all was good in the universe and we remembered why we do this every damn Friday.
For the record, rachel means compassion in Hebrew, courtesy of Fuzzicles.
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