4.24.2007
dirty ernie & the yucky ducky
adam was not home when i visited the cape this weekend. i'm not sure if it was a conscious effort on our part to mess with him a little bit. it may have just happened. nah...
it started out innocently enough. mark followed me into adam's room and found me standing before his open closet.
"hey mark! you should put one of adam's shirts on!"
"no way man. i'll stretch it out."
"that's the point, man! come on, do it!"
after some laughing and hemming and hawing, mark pulled out a sexy peachish number and squeezed himself into it.
"awesome!"
"he's gonna kill me dude."
mark paraded around the living room in adam's shirt for a bit before he decided he should return it to its hanger.
"you should put something nasty in one of the sleeves...the one that faces away from the closet opening. maybe some old socks or something."
mark did me one better.
"hey man, check it out," he said laughing as he returned from his room. he pulled a pair of ernie underwear from the chosen sleeve victim. "they've got front....they've got back. residoo-doo."
"oh my god, man! you gave him the 'dirty ernies!'"
"hell yeah. he's gonna be SO MAD."
"i can't believe you gave him the 'dirty ernies!' i wish i could be there when he finds them! he's gonna pull the shirt out and try to stick his arm in the sleeve and be all 'ewwwww. what the hell is this?!' hahahahahahahahaha!"
"i'm gonna say 'what?! i don't even have ernie underwear!"
"nice!"
once the dirty ernied shirt was returned to adam's closet, we left him alone...for a bit. eventually we found ourselves on adam's side of the computer playing a game with his internet browser.
"okay, man. you try typing in a random website name and if it's a real website, you get a point. "
"sounds good to me."
we filled up adam's drop down internet address box with the craziest website address names. only one of them ended up being a real website.
www.dirtyernie.com
i was quite surprised that www.idrinkpeepee.com is not a real website.
there are people into that stuff, right?
the last thing we did was put a plate with a yucky ducky on adam's bed. it sat next to his pillow whose case contained an empty 2 liter mountain dew bottle.
* * *
ok, so i just clicked the peepee link and apparently, it's a real website now. i swear to don henley (i.e. god of all gods) that it was not a website saturday night.
adam was not home when i visited the cape this weekend. i'm not sure if it was a conscious effort on our part to mess with him a little bit. it may have just happened. nah...
it started out innocently enough. mark followed me into adam's room and found me standing before his open closet.
"hey mark! you should put one of adam's shirts on!"
"no way man. i'll stretch it out."
"that's the point, man! come on, do it!"
after some laughing and hemming and hawing, mark pulled out a sexy peachish number and squeezed himself into it.
"awesome!"
"he's gonna kill me dude."
mark paraded around the living room in adam's shirt for a bit before he decided he should return it to its hanger.
"you should put something nasty in one of the sleeves...the one that faces away from the closet opening. maybe some old socks or something."
mark did me one better.
"hey man, check it out," he said laughing as he returned from his room. he pulled a pair of ernie underwear from the chosen sleeve victim. "they've got front....they've got back. residoo-doo."
"oh my god, man! you gave him the 'dirty ernies!'"
"hell yeah. he's gonna be SO MAD."
"i can't believe you gave him the 'dirty ernies!' i wish i could be there when he finds them! he's gonna pull the shirt out and try to stick his arm in the sleeve and be all 'ewwwww. what the hell is this?!' hahahahahahahahaha!"
"i'm gonna say 'what?! i don't even have ernie underwear!"
"nice!"
once the dirty ernied shirt was returned to adam's closet, we left him alone...for a bit. eventually we found ourselves on adam's side of the computer playing a game with his internet browser.
"okay, man. you try typing in a random website name and if it's a real website, you get a point. "
"sounds good to me."
we filled up adam's drop down internet address box with the craziest website address names. only one of them ended up being a real website.
www.dirtyernie.com
i was quite surprised that www.idrinkpeepee.com is not a real website.
there are people into that stuff, right?
the last thing we did was put a plate with a yucky ducky on adam's bed. it sat next to his pillow whose case contained an empty 2 liter mountain dew bottle.
* * *
ok, so i just clicked the peepee link and apparently, it's a real website now. i swear to don henley (i.e. god of all gods) that it was not a website saturday night.
