Cheesecake City finally got a print of the Aristocrats. It was showing on the pretty people 2 screen (how quaint and…pretty!) theater down in the pretty people neighborhood that we could live in, if only I had an MBA, a husband who played for the NBA, and a trust fund with an IRA. Jeeebus these are some sweet houses…
Oh, the movie! Ummm, let’s see…it’s about the dirtiest joke ever told. The joke is kind of an improv thing that everyone who tells it, tells it differently. Here is the official site for the movie. If you haven’t seen it already, and want to know more, keep reading. Otherwise, just skip it.
Lotta talk of poop, puke, urine, freaky sex manuevers that if I really listed them I’d get some totally effed up hits from Yahoo or something. I thought I’d heard everything back in my internet ‘ho days, but there was something missing. Andy Dick has filled in the missing pieces for me. I now know what a dirty sanchez and rusty trombone are. Here’s the problem-I cannot find the words to accurately tell you what they are. And a web search came up with nada (except a designer named rusty sanchez). So, let’s just leave it at this: when Gene came to bed last night, I told him calmly that if he ever did an R.S. that I would immediately go find a lawyer and take the house, dogs and furniture. And his car. That is, Gene’s house, dogs, furniture and car.
On the way to a late lunch/early dinner, we drove through the dodgy neighborhoods not far away from the cool neighborhoods. I was getting tense, hungry and I had a freaking headache. I was getting sooooo angry because I wanted to stop at a nice, clean restaurant and have a soda and an Aleve. And just when I thought I might completely lose it, Gene said it…
Anyway, the dogs are looking at me and I think they’ve been getting scatalogical so it’s time to motor on…