A former protegé is back in town, after living overseas for a few years. As he is getting re-acquainted with our small-town vibe, i’ve been inviting him along on my recent adventures – and he was at the masquerade ball last weekend.
He’s incredibly bright, but occasionally a bit… brash. Last night, i was eating my favorite beverage, a fine Fin du Monde ale (9% abv) while
suffering through watching the final presidential debate. For some reason, my Bullshit Tolerance Factor was surprisingly low.
This exchange on the book of faces happened in nearly real-time… While my young ‘un was on a business trip to Colorado…
G-Man: It’s nice to be back in a state with thin/fit people.
daisyfae: Screw you! Us midwestern “Fluffies” are just full of candy corn and peanuts this time of year…
daisyfae: Oh, and “Screw You**2” — this 50-year-old fat chick out-danced you Saturday night. Word.
G-Man: How are you fat?
daisyfae: Makin’ with the sweet-talkin’ now? i drink my weight in Jack Daniels and can eat my way through a Hibachi Buffet leaving a trail of flaming chopsticks… THAT’S how i’m fat…
G-Man: I was referring to this map…Relax.
daisyfae: You can’t grow corn or raise pigs on a mountain. Those scrawny-ass Coloradians need Doritos and bacon!
G-Man: Mmmm….Doritos and bacon. ::drool::