Category Archives: WTF

Gibbs says: Rule #9

Special Agent Gibbs has been visiting me in my sleep…in a totally un-scandalous sort of way. Considering what a total NCIS nerd I am and my propensity for bizarre dreams I’m not really surprised I’m starting to get guest stars from the cast, I just am impressed by how horribly awkward my sleeping brain has managed to make them.

Dream #1

Paper or plastic?

I’m in line at the grocery store when I realize that Mark Harmon was my checker. We make extremely awkward small talk when I realize who he is. I say something along the lines of “Wow, I mean, you’re the star of a really popular tv series and you still have to get a second job at a grocery store to make ends meet? That….sucks.”

He stares at me for a minute then in total Gibbs fashion replies “…..yah.” <extremely awkward silence>

I awkwardly gather my groceries and as I turn to leave realize that the rest of the cast is waiting for him.  Dinozzo (not Michael Weatherly) gives me a look like what the fuck is wrong with you?? And I leave. The end.

As if that one wasn’t weird enough last night he showed up again. This time he made his appearance as Gibbs himself and he had a message for me: Shave your armpits “because no one wants to see that”.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

PS: Just in case you’re as concerned as Gibbs about my grooming habits, I never don’t shave my arm pits. Now you know.

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Be Like Ants

On my last visit to visit Roo I accompanied her to church. You might not get why that statement alone is funny, but maybe you will when you’ve been reading this blog for a while.

Roo: I’m going to church with D tomorrow.

Me: LOL try not to catch fire when you walk in the door.

Roo: Fuck you.

She’d been going with D to his awful mega church and this was the third part of one of those awful sermon series on giving. Even back in the day when I was attending Crosslegs Church regularly with my family, if we caught wind of one of these sermons coming up we were making a bee line to Skip Church’s Bistro instead.

Aside from the expected condescending money advice (said pastor might actually have more money than God) he had this important wisdom for us to adhere to:

Be like ants.

Ants. The idea was that ants instinctually save up their food and supplies for the winter time, and likewise we should save our money for times of recession yada yada yada. Be like ants! Roo and I made eye contact and it was on.

So we should…

Be attracted to sugary substances?

Carry over 100 times our body weight?

Walk in orderly lines?

Sneak into my kitchen?

Worship our queen?

Show up uninvited to picnics?

And then, oh then, we found this: Eat some freaky fungus and become a zombie?

And thats the lesson I learned from church that Sunday.

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