http://theunreliablenarrator.net/2007/10/31/butter-my-butt-2/ "bringing you all the news that's fit to mistrust" Thu, 20 Nov 2008 15:10:26 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0 http://theunreliablenarrator.net/2007/10/31/butter-my-butt-2/#comment-38845 Mon, 27 Oct 2008 04:21:59 +0000 http://theunreliablenarrator.net/2007/10/31/butter-my-butt-2/#comment-38845 How do the two of you ever get anything done?! I would just lay on the floor, grasping my sides with laugher the whole time. Flying buttered cats indeed. How do the two of you ever get anything done?! I would just lay on the floor, grasping my sides with laugher the whole time. Flying buttered cats indeed.

]]> http://theunreliablenarrator.net/2007/10/31/butter-my-butt-2/#comment-15999 Thu, 01 Nov 2007 02:32:08 +0000 http://theunreliablenarrator.net/2007/10/31/butter-my-butt-2/#comment-15999 Stop stop it hurts! Oh my lord I haven't laughed like that since I was in grade school. which is saying something since I just came from the most theatrical Sejiki/Segaki ceremony I have ever attended. The throaty male kokyo usually wears an okesa, however tonight he was wearing fishnets, miniskirt, heavy make-up and a shirt which strained at triple Ds. A quintet in large pink metallic fish headdresses came in late. An ashtanga Englishman freshly transplanted from Tassajara wore a white unicorn costume with a significant horn wrapped in glowing thread. It revealed--quite a bit. (You made this yourself? <em>Yes.</em> May I ask why? <em>Why wouldn't I?</em> Is the horn heavy? <em>No it's made from a yucca stem.</em> You made this at Tassajara? <em>Yes.</em> [Pause] You made a white unicorn costume at Tassajara. <em>Yes...for Burning Man.</em> Ah yes.) A young white woman wore the largest rubber bat on her head. I wanted to tell her, I am a life-long rubber bat enthusiast and I have never before seen such a large and fine rubber bat as yours. I chortled when the school of fish entered. There were various giggles. But your domestic reportage strained my ribs. Thank you thank you. Stop stop it hurts! Oh my lord I haven’t laughed like that since I was in grade school. which is saying something since I just came from the most theatrical Sejiki/Segaki ceremony I have ever attended. The throaty male kokyo usually wears an okesa, however tonight he was wearing fishnets, miniskirt, heavy make-up and a shirt which strained at triple Ds. A quintet in large pink metallic fish headdresses came in late. An ashtanga Englishman freshly transplanted from Tassajara wore a white unicorn costume with a significant horn wrapped in glowing thread. It revealed–quite a bit. (You made this yourself? Yes. May I ask why? Why wouldn’t I? Is the horn heavy? No it’s made from a yucca stem. You made this at Tassajara? Yes. [Pause] You made a white unicorn costume at Tassajara. Yes…for Burning Man. Ah yes.) A young white woman wore the largest rubber bat on her head. I wanted to tell her, I am a life-long rubber bat enthusiast and I have never before seen such a large and fine rubber bat as yours. I chortled when the school of fish entered. There were various giggles. But your domestic reportage strained my ribs. Thank you thank you.

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