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July 18, 2003When The Yeti Talked to BFHI am pleased to announce a new joint project in the Blogosphere. My good friend The Yeti and I have agreed to on occasion call the other while we're out. The purpose of the call will be to allow a lucky female to chat with either the Yeti or I. Last night, BFH became the first victim. BFH stands for B*tch From Hell. Neither Yeti or I chose that pseudonym, BFH requested to be known as BFH. Knowing BFH, I would agree that she is probably best known as BFH. That being the case, I'm afraid the first victim was the Yeti. I look forward to reading his impressions. This is how it came to be last night. BFH and I were playing pool last night. She was having white russians, I was drinking No need to prolong the suspense, my dumb ass lost. She went to the juke box played Read on to find out how it all went down. Do you have any clue how it feels to dread each new song that comes on the jukebox. Knowing that at the end of each song could signal the moment when you will be forced to go to the stage and make an a**hat out of yourself by jumping off chairs, doing the splits and touching your toes in mid air? If, not be assured--I do. It sucks and is probably another reason why men suck. In any event, BFH and I had a rematch. This time I made certain there were stakes both ways. If I lost, I had to buy her drink--no big deal. If she lost, she had to talk to the Yeti--interesting. As I had no interest in losing to a woman twice in a row, and I had great interest in exposing BFH to the world via this site and Yeti's, I knuckled down, and shifted my billiards game into 17th gear. The game was nine ball, the winner was yours truly. We agreed to settle the bets at the same moment--when Greased Lightning came on, we would hit send and call The Yeti. The song finally came on, she hit send, I hit the stage. Boots and socks were removed and set aside, chairs were mounted, flying mid-air split-jump/toe-touch was performed, pieces of the choreography were performed, and three more split jumps were executed. Standing ovation and cheers followed. Sore ankle greeted the morning. BFH talked to the Yeti. Until my phone battery died. At which point, she retrieved her phone from her car and we called back. After a bit of talking, she handed the phone to me which I proceeded to use for several minutes until she came and got it from and asked The Yeti if we were having phone sex and I believe abruptly hung up. Later, after my phone had rested a bit, she called the Yeti back again and spoke for a minute or so before the battery died again. The evening went on from there, but did not include any further split-jump/toe-touch maneveurs, but BFH did try to incite a fight with a guy she refers to as 'the pervert.' Unfortunately, her method of inciting a fight also made me laugh uncontrollably. So as she is hurling insults and raising her voice and otherwise trying to incite a three person riot, the single southern guy laughed on, leading to her laughing at me and the outrageousness of her shouts. The'pervert' left shortly thereafter. Having had too much fun the evening long, I retired to rest and recoup. Yes, I didn't feel so well this morning, but made it the office by 8. Posted by Adam H at July 18, 2003 10:43 AM ~ Link Cosmos | Trackbacks (0)Comments
What a fun night! I would have loved to have seen all the action...... Posted by: holly at July 18, 2003 02:38 PMPost a comment
 
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