Oh Jesus!

Rang out in the mobile home last night. The groom, the best man and myself were relocated from the house to the mobile home to make room for the rest of the family. After tucking away about 8 or 9 beers, I had a little beer guts going on. So when it came time to go to bed my body was ready, but my ass wasn't at all. I ripped one that sounded like a machine gun in the middle of some war. I closed my eyes and just started cracking up. Amidst my laughter I heard the words "Oh Jesus!" As sounds of flip flops went pitter pattering out the door, I knew the scent had made it's way through the mobile home.

I think that it was a combination of things. It could have been all the time that I spent in the sun laying on the beach and getting buried in the sand. It might have been the tri-tip, macaroni salad and bake beans that we ate for dinner. Or maybe the craziness of "Little Miss Sunshine"movie, but all signs point to the 8 or 9 Amstel Lights that I downed. Either way I laughed myself right into a migraine that put me sleep.

Moral of the story is drink,fart and sleep good.


Mo said...

Exactly. I need me one of those nights...