I know I owe some updates from Chicago – patience is a virtue my friends. Having had Friday off of work leaves me in a busier than usual position for a Monday morning. Also, I need to speak to Chicago Man about what he is comfortable with me posting. However, for those chomping at the bit, here is one of my favorite highlights of the weekend …
Random Esquire and I … well, we’re dumb. But the thing is, we don’t realize we are dumb. It’s like we feed each others dumbness, and in our own heads, we think we are brilliant. Not just brilliant but absolutely brilliant. Dazzling brilliant. RE called Besos to inform her of our fabulous-ness. And just when we feel completely intellectual, clever and magnificent in our thinking and plans? It took under a second for Besos to point out an incredibly large defect in our thinking. And you know, it was a substantial defect – very substantial as a matter of fact. I’m pretty sure we both sat there blinking … not quite sure how our brilliant plans could be flawed so badly; but more importantly, how did we not see it? *Blink*
Besos pointed out that the two of us together? Trouble. I’m not so sure about that, I mean, maybe? Yet I still think we have some undiscovered brilliance yet to be unearthed. Hmmm … regardless, I will leave you all with this wise quote from the movie, Tommy Boy,
“Richard, who’s your favorite Little Rascal, Alfalfa or Spanky?”
With further thought from the movie Tommy Boy, let me leave you with a prime example of what Random Esquire and QTMama are like in real life …
And this my friends, is a prime example of the way we think … from the Little Rascals to Tommy Boy. Makes perfect sense to me. What about you, RE?
November 17, 2008 at 4:25 pm
Dude. That makes perfect sense to me. Our inner genius is just waiting to be tapped. I can *feel* it.
Besos, however, may not be convinced.
You know what we should do next time? We should totally draw a big black circle around Little Filthy’s eye and go out for Halloween. He’d make a good Spot.
OR ROAD TRIP!
Except, you get all handsy late at night and after a few drinks so we’d have to get our own motel room.
November 17, 2008 at 4:26 pm
Err, I meant we’d EACH have to get our own motel room.
Uh..okay, yeah, that’s enough commenting for now.
November 17, 2008 at 4:29 pm
And, leave you covered in sneeze juice. *sweet smile*
November 17, 2008 at 4:51 pm
Poor Besos had to be the parent it sounds like. Why doesn’t that surprise me with you two? Glad you had a good time.
Ummm…what’s Chicago Man’s number? I’m not busy, I could call and ask him if there is anything you can’t blog about.
…waiting for that number…
LOL!
November 17, 2008 at 5:32 pm
WAY funny. I love Tommy Boy.
Now I’ll be singing that song all day…
November 17, 2008 at 7:11 pm
I long to be your third musketeer. Next time, I’m so coming with you.
November 17, 2008 at 7:58 pm
“Fat Guy in a little coat….” I miss Chris Farley and YES He/you two are geniuses.
November 18, 2008 at 12:18 am
Man…it musta been a REALLY dumb/brilliant plan…cuz…you two aren’t volunteering out the details!! damn.