Excerpts from an email I just got ...
She's in Seattle. She walks around, last night, sipping what they call "grape juice" (yeah, right) and they are tanked, near the Space Needle. Of course, now, to those in the Calico circle, it's called the Space Noodle. And she's going, "Space Noodle! Space Noodle!" and laughing hysterically, and her friends are like, "It's Space NEEDLE, not Noodle." And she answers, "I am the Space Noodle, I AM Space Noodle, ha, ha!" Her friends chide her, and she continues to claim that she is the real deal, the real Space Noodle. She's so convinced, I almost agree, which is crazy. Noodle-me-this:
Is she the Space Noodle? She sure thinks she is ...
(See previous story for murky explanation.)
What could make a beautiful girl go so mad? To actually think that she is the Space Noodle? Maybe there is more than one Space Noodle. Maybe there are many. Maybe the world needs more Space Noodle(s), but maybe she's just a drunk girl in Seattle who wants to see my pecker. Wazoo!
And I see tomorrow's headlines,
"Grape Juice All Over The Space Noodle."
Flower Pecker Power! -Todd
Posted by calico at March 22, 2004 01:25 AM