see, this is why you and i get along so well. a while back, after harmlessly, lovingly teasing a friend, he made some remarkably impolite hand gestures that, i think, could possibly get him arrested in several countries. i threw my head back, laughed and said, “i am impervious to your gestures.”

we’ve since decided to make that a t-shirt. along with a zillion others with sayings that only we find humor in. but hey, if you can’t start up a business that’s doomed to fail with your friends who can you do it with?

still bummed that i missed out on all the fun.

Any guy who pulls out the Yellow Pages at a weekend-long party is a guy I wanna hang around with. Especially a guy who knows his punctuation.

i especially like the helicopter pad detail.  because really, when you’re such a jet-setter you need to be able to fly to a massage at a moment’s notice, the place you will most likely go is ... MINDEN.

yeah, i sure hope that leaving the comma out of that ad was a typo.  otherwise saying that an escort is “pretty friendly” is akin to saying the same thing about your pit bull.

i had a great time too!  except for the hat thing, of course.  we should road-trip like that more often.  but if you’re going to take pictures in Brothelvania you should consider selling them on-line instead of giving them away.

So tell me, AntiPretzelman… is this imperviousness restricted to commercial snack products distributed by FritoLay? Say, for instance, I launched a volley of jumbo soft pretzels dipped in mustard at you - would that penetrate your force-field? Just curious.

OK...halfway through that list I was laughing so loudly that people had to come see what was going on at my desk that was so damn funny!  I swear...I’m going next time I just can’t STAND to be left out of these festivities.

That reminds me of when I used to be in wrestling we had this exercise that one guy got on all fours and the other guy put his chest on the guy’s back and spun around like a helicopter for minutes at a time.  It builds endurance and is maybe one of the hardest exercises I’ve ever done.

How I turned out straight, I’ll never know.

I am torn, like Bliss. I WANT to laugh, and I also want to stamp my foot in defiance of having missed it. DAAAAAMMMMMMMN.

and for the record, my own personal ad in the Minden Yellow Pages says : pretty, friendly, and boring as hell [note the Oxford Comma]

thank god for the Chuckles notebook. Oh, and i second Theresa’s new Chuckehut title of “Dome of Pretzyl Imperviousness”.