301 Night Out

I got home last night around 10 from the lib, and slammed a beer, then looked around, and noticed that the only person in the apt was Tanner. I said, tan-dawg, where is everyone, she responded, "oh, they all went to Menards and Dairy Queen." I wasn't invited...literally. So I gave them a call and they came back and picked me up, supposedly they had, "forgot to let me know...." We went to Wal-mart and proceeded to check out. Two things happen at check out usually when the 301 boys go shopping, and they both happened last night. The first involves Ed pretending to be gay. Usually his lines consist of, "ddddaavviiddd, letzz gooo, I wannnaa get hommee." And his actions consist of him grabbing Davids butt. And, eeeverytime this happens, David responds exactly the same way, in a quiet whisper, not making eye contact with Ed, "stop, stop it right now. Fine, there will be consequences...that's it, you're getting spit on." Usually he stops, and shortly after this, the second event happens. Ed will say to David, "David, you might as well treat yourself to some flamin hots (cheetos)." And almost like a machine, as if he is programmed to take a bag off the shelf when you say "flamin hot," he turned his body, picked up a bag, and got back in line. I once saw him drop a flamin hot into his milk on accident. He let it float there for a second, then reached in amd retrieved it and placed it in his mouth.

So next time you are with David in the check out line, try saying flamin hots under your breath and see if he reaches for them.

~mcm