Oct 1 2008

Funnest Saturday

Rainy Saturdays usually make me miserable and grouchy, but this past Saturday turned into one of those days where every single thing had me squatting in laughter. I really needed a day like that.

First, Blake and Janna joined Henry, Chooch and me for a quick jaunt to Bloomfield’s Little Italy Days. It’s essentially just a small street fair, with a portion of the road blocked off and stuffed with food vendors and craft booths.

Henry’s mood soured immediately when we passed a voter registration booth with clip-boarded volunteers doling out Obama stickers. Too bad for Henry, but the rest of us like Obama so we made an executive decision to slap supportive flair to our chests. Henry continued pushing Chooch down the block while we stood around and fraternized with the enemy.

It wasn’t until later that I realized they said, “Italian Americans for Obama.” I scoffed and said, “Great, we’re not even Italian!” but Janna said, “Well, actually, I am.” I don’t know why, but it gave me more incentive to make fun of her. And not because I’m some closet racist plotting to bomb Italy. I love Italy! I love those fiesty pasta-slingin’ peeps! It’s just that it’s Janna. And judging Janna is my #1 hobby. I think she has come to realize, after nearly 20 years, that this is her role in life. Which is why, later, when she asked for Splenda for her iced tea, I took it upon myself to make her a sweetener bomb (Splenda, Equal, and SweetnLow). And she drank that shit too. BECAUSE IT’S HER PLACE ON EARTH.

Henry wouldn’t buy us cookies or brownies and Janna wouldn’t buy me jewels, and the clouds were black and heavy with precipitation, but nothing, NOTHING could ruin Little Italy Days for me. And oh, the sights I would have missed had I let some unfortunate weather and stingy asshole furrow my brow!

I might have missed this sweetheart of a nun, with her adorable hell-damning visage. And then I would not have known such lovely edelweiss fashion still existed in these States.

Bloomfield’s own Elvis-Wayne Newton hybrid might have flown under my radar.

And I wouldn’t find out about Gene Simmons going marachi until VH1 decided to make a show about it. Also, that waving broad is exactly the type of classy dame I strive to grow into. Imagine the lamé she has packed in her closet.

And if I had let Henry’s conservativism cloud my personal sunshine, I wouldn’t have thought to subject Blake to yet another of my impromptu photo ops.

We only putzed around the streets of Bloomfield for an hour before Henry herded us back to the car. He later complained that he had wanted to stop and fill up on the many Italian concessions waiting to bloat bellies, and when I asked him why he didn’t indulge his pretty little desires, he muttered something about “all you damn kids acting like idiots” or some such completely absurd variation. I know it was the whole Obama sticker thing. He felt left out and out-numbered.

As we drove through the back streets of Bloomfield, I caught a glimpse of a scene so horrific, it forced me to shriek loud at a volume high enough to make every occupant in the car jolt in their seats.

“WHAT?” Henry shouted, probably wondering if he had driven over the unconscious lump of a homeless man blitzed from chugging turpentine in a boot.

“Something was going on back there. There were two army guys holding GUNS and approaching a house!” I cried.

“Are you sure they weren’t cops?” Henry asked, glancing in the rear-view mirror.

“No, they were definitely armies.” This made everyone laugh and I was angry because this was a very serious situation. “We have to go back there and save a life!” I screamed.

So Henry did. He actually turned around, but not without lip, until we drove past the street in question.

As I shouted, “THERE THEY ARE!” Henry, Janna, and Blake (in unison so harmonious it could have been sung by angels on high) groaned, “They’re playing PAINT BALL.” And we all laughed.

After that, we dicked around on Mt. Washington, taking Chooch on his first ride on the incline. It started raining really hard by that point, so we went to dinner at King’s, where Chooch burped out “Asshole!” with all the charm of a Tourette’s sufferer, and Blake and I reminded Janna repeatedly that she wasn’t a part of our family. It was more fun than doing a speedball in the Champagne Room.

To add a dollop of whipped cream to a day full of giddy antics and newly sprouted grays on Henry, Blake declared that we should make cookies.

“Oh, we should!” I encouraged. “STD cookies!”

Henry got all foot-planty and spat, “If I’m making cookies, then YOU’RE going to the store to buy what we need.” Thank God he sent Blake along to make sure I didn’t fuck shit up. You know me, send me out for flour and I come back with a non-descript bag of dildos.

So while Henry slaved away on the kitchen, Blake performed serious Google image searches on various STDs while I bossed around Janna and basically sat around being cute. Then Henry realized he didn’t have corn syrup or some shit for the frosting, so while he was out we had a tea party and it was awesome because it was yet another thing that Henry wasn’t invited to. During our tea party, Blake ridiculed Janna’s selection of Earl Grey by saying that, “Earl Grey is for assholes.” My selective hearing heard, “Let’s race for abstinence” which had me squatting on the floor, squeezing back pee drops. Of course, no one else thought it was that hilarious, which only made it harder for me to not need to slip into a fresh pair of Depends. At some point, we were talking about egg harvesting and I tried to convince Blake that it was as easy as lounging in a tubful of ice, wielding a melon baller, and then creating a Craiglist post. Hopefully, he will teach all the girls at school this method.

My mug, Skelly, indulges in some delicious diseases fellatio. Look for it in the December issue of Bon Appetit.

For my cookies, I mainly stuck with the theme of Vaginal Maladies, such as menstruation and yeast infection. This one, Popped Cherry with Lone Tear Drop (added for extra sentiment), was my personal favorite. Lost virginity never tasted so delicious.

Hey, there’s some yeast in your pink. Or perhaps a fresh load. Whatever whets your appetite.

Later, I laughed at the realization of what a great role model I must be. Send your teens to my house, Parents, where we make jokes of serious matters and look at pictures of diseased vaginas.

12 comments

12 Comments so far

  1. redrachy October 1st, 2008 10:34 pm

    Oh my gosh, I was in such a down mood until I read this. Popped cherry with lone tear drop, holy fark that’s so funny.

    THANK YOU!

    Nothing improves my mood like baked goods. :)

  2. Tuna Tar-Tart October 4th, 2008 8:20 am

    You’re welcome! <3

  3. Alyson Hell October 2nd, 2008 12:57 pm

    I SWEAR, that nun is wearing an Operation: Mindcrime shirt underneath her aprony thing. She looks so sour, and this is fucking awesome.

    “And I wouldn’t find out about Gene Simmons going marachi until VH1 decided to make a show about it.”
    LOL!!! It does look like him!!!

    ““They’re playing PAINT BALL.””
    LOL AGAIN!

    Those cookies!!!! BRILLIANT! I cannot stop laughing as usual!

  4. Tuna Tar-Tart October 4th, 2008 8:21 am

    Usually I try to pretend like I’m taking pictures of other things, but I just didn’t care that day. I held my camera up right in front of that damn nun, lol!

  5. anne October 2nd, 2008 6:31 pm

    so glad i am not the only who laughs too hard and pees

  6. Tuna Tar-Tart October 4th, 2008 8:22 am

    It’s the best way to laugh!

  7. Francesco October 2nd, 2008 9:20 pm

    holy shit holy shit holy shit

    the woman in the 6th pic. the shoes, THE HAIR, the jewelry, the camo print…

    ITS FUCKING EDDIE FROM ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS!!

    ital-style

    haha

    p.s. I’m italian. I hate all us goddamn wops and you should too

  8. Tuna Tar-Tart October 4th, 2008 8:26 am

    Isn’t she fabulous??! Henry original cropped her out (I hate when he uploads my photos and messes with them), and I was like, “What the fuck is wrong with you, I WANT HER IN THERE!” At first I thought she was wearing heart-shaped sunglasses. I really wish she was. :(

  9. BuenoMexicana October 2nd, 2008 9:27 pm

    “My selective hearing heard, “Let’s race for abstinance” which had me squatting on the floor, squeezing back pee drops.”

    your selective hearing provides some of my most favorite moments…

    i’m so glad you had such a great Saturday-
    and that you’re not lame.

    at all. <3

  10. Tuna Tar-Tart October 4th, 2008 8:27 am

    I refused to let the rest of Saturday be as crazy and traumatic as the beginning of it was!

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