Sunday, June 1, 2008

Super Strohm Booty Call....

Definition of Booty Call: The art of getting out of bed at the crack of dawn, putting on the appropriate outdoor clothing (which is what makes this so different from an orginal Booty Call) and riding around the cul-de-sac until someone FINALLY notices that you are up.

There are no time restraints and no fashion requirments. The "walk of shame" that follows this booty call is the one where the mom from across the street sends you home because you wrote with black Sharpie on her wood kitchen floor while she was talking on the phone and watching DVR'd "Real Housewives of NYC" while pretending that she was actually doing laundry.*

Current King of the Booty Call: Schmayden

Happy 5th Birthday Schmayden -- THANK YOU for your morning call. The sound of the 12 inch Trek spinning furiously arond the cul-de-sac at 1 million rotations a minute shortly before 8 A.M. prompted Golfdad to bust out the griddle and the Reddi-Whipp and cook you up one MEAN birthday breakfast...you little beast.




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*this is a dramatization it definitely didn't actually happen, yet!

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