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thejunipertreeI should be studying for my Human Services exam tomorrow, but I really can't be arsed to do so. Gah.
I spent most of the weekend acting like an eight year old boy with the Engineer. For starters, we were invited to dinner over at a lodge brother's house. Said lodge brother has one of the happiest, smilingest dogs I've ever had the pleasure of meeting (Jack, American Eskimo dog). Jack has a girlfriend, who just happens to be a soccer ball. When Jack is feeling like getting up to dickens, he smacks his girlfriend around the living room and then humps the ever-loving shit out of her.
HILARITY.
Add this to a room full of people, two of whom are already vastly uncomfortable for unknown reasons (not the Engineer and I, another couple). MORE HILARITY.
Now add this to the fact that Jack is going to town on the soccer ball right in front of the female portion of the uncomfortable couple. Who is trying her hardest to ignore the dog's enthusiastic humping, but failing miserably and only producing a rather stretched grimace of horror across her face. And too polite to say anything about the dog. EVEN MORE HILARITY.
At this point, I've managed to not laugh aloud and have stifiled my laughter down to a bit of underbreath snickering. Cue the Engineer. Who starts laughing so loud, the kind of laugh that he gets where he can't breathe and starts wheezing. And he's sick, so this produces a wretched coughing fit, but he's still laughing through it.
Now I start cracking up and lo! The two of us are officially out of control.
The Engineer actually got up and left the room at this point, to try and get a hold of himself, leaving me to fling myself across the arm of the couch we were sitting on, wiping the tears from my face and still cackling.
Later, after everyone had left and it was just the two of us hanging out with the lodge brother and his wife, we told them what had happened. In the middle of the retelling, Jack starts going at the ball again. Lodge brother turns to Jack and says, Good boy, Jack! Good boy! and I lose my fucking mind all over again.
The next night, we went on a Jersey Devil walk through the Pine Barrens that was being hosted by the lodge. In attendance were the uncomfortable couple, who I couldn't even look at without giggling uncontrollably.
I spent most of the weekend acting like an eight year old boy with the Engineer. For starters, we were invited to dinner over at a lodge brother's house. Said lodge brother has one of the happiest, smilingest dogs I've ever had the pleasure of meeting (Jack, American Eskimo dog). Jack has a girlfriend, who just happens to be a soccer ball. When Jack is feeling like getting up to dickens, he smacks his girlfriend around the living room and then humps the ever-loving shit out of her.
HILARITY.
Add this to a room full of people, two of whom are already vastly uncomfortable for unknown reasons (not the Engineer and I, another couple). MORE HILARITY.
Now add this to the fact that Jack is going to town on the soccer ball right in front of the female portion of the uncomfortable couple. Who is trying her hardest to ignore the dog's enthusiastic humping, but failing miserably and only producing a rather stretched grimace of horror across her face. And too polite to say anything about the dog. EVEN MORE HILARITY.
At this point, I've managed to not laugh aloud and have stifiled my laughter down to a bit of underbreath snickering. Cue the Engineer. Who starts laughing so loud, the kind of laugh that he gets where he can't breathe and starts wheezing. And he's sick, so this produces a wretched coughing fit, but he's still laughing through it.
Now I start cracking up and lo! The two of us are officially out of control.
The Engineer actually got up and left the room at this point, to try and get a hold of himself, leaving me to fling myself across the arm of the couch we were sitting on, wiping the tears from my face and still cackling.
Later, after everyone had left and it was just the two of us hanging out with the lodge brother and his wife, we told them what had happened. In the middle of the retelling, Jack starts going at the ball again. Lodge brother turns to Jack and says, Good boy, Jack! Good boy! and I lose my fucking mind all over again.
The next night, we went on a Jersey Devil walk through the Pine Barrens that was being hosted by the lodge. In attendance were the uncomfortable couple, who I couldn't even look at without giggling uncontrollably.
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Date: 2007-11-19 07:32 am (UTC)Your retelling has me giggling along fiendishly!