lorne: meanwhile i'm like I PUT MY WIENER WHERE?!?!?
YOU WANT TO DO WHAT WITH THAT?!
lorne: i mean knowing me i would actually call it wiener
to a girl i was about to hook up with
me: THANK YOU I'M SORRY
lorne: so, uh, gretchen.....you like my wiener, eh?
that's hot, lorne
at least you didn't call it a pee-pee tail
though knowing me i'd let it happen anyway because i think that phrase is FUCKING HILARIOUS
like, without bounds hysterical
lorne: pee-pee tail?
i have never heard that
WELCOME TO A NEW LEVEL OF COMEDY
lorne: oh my god i leveled up
me: HAHA YEAH YOU DID
lorne: i'm a level 7 wiener comedian
lorne: now with pee pee tail spell
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Names Redacted for the Sake of Future City Councilmen
Usually sifting through saved emails from years past gets me nothing but heartache and regrets. And yet I continue to do it anyway. I mean, there's a reason I save everything to disk - I think I'll be interested in it in the future. Most of the time I'm not interested: not interested at all. Sometimes, though, I am. Hence this conversation, about 10 months after we had it in the first place: