Hi all. For those of you just tuning in to MR this wonderful sunny warm Sunday morning, I have a story to tell. For the 4 members already here, just enjoy the recap please.
I have a friend, Fernando, and he is a housefly. He recently got a new cell phone and fired off a call to me. He was in dire straights, and called under duress.
Fernando: "Dean, I am in a big messy jam!"
Dean: What is it, Dude?
Fernando: Well, I was headed over to my man Julio and Pedros, and we decided to go get something to eat.
Dean: and?
Fernando:Well, we know of this place, pretty big in size, and it offers a smorgasboard of choices. HOTS. Ever heard of it?
Dean: Um, yeah. That place is awful. Not the cleanest of places.
Fernando: I know! That's why we like it. Duh!
Dean: Ok, so what is the problem?
Fernando[/color]: Well, currently, I am pinned down by mucus and a giant ingrown hair.
Dean: Well, ask Pedro and Julio for help
Fernando: I can't. They are dead.
Dean: What? How the Hell did that happen?
Fernando: Well, I guess HOTS farted and in the process, a bunch of yeast, came flying through the air, and buried them in an avalanche. I got lucky, and flew away from it just in time. Great big balls of cottage cheese raining down on me!
Dean: O man, I am so sorry
Fernando: well, I need a place to go now. Can you recommend any place to go?
Dean: Have you tried PF's Place?
Fernando: No, is it good?
Dean: No, it's shitty.
Fernando: Great! I am on my way! Seeya!