You guys remember that song by Spacehog called “In the Meantime”? That was a pretty good song right? I remember the video being rather unremarkable other than the lead singer reminding me of my Uncle Eddie, but the song itself was great. What’s my point you ask? My point is that the song somewhat leads me into this weeks topic, company picnics. On Saturday, we went to a company picnic in which we spent 97% of the time chasing a toddler around while he jumped in moon bounces, picked 73 different species of flowers, interrupted ping pong, basketball, and bingo games, and ran amuck through a caricature tent causing one lady’s caricature of her as Tina Turner to look more like Tiki Barber.
What did I learn from all of this? I learned two things: My previous notion that kids enjoy sitting in the shade and having a beer while watching other people do stuff is slightly off. Don’t get me wrong. The kid I was chasing was my semi-nephew Gage, and he is a great kid who loves to run, sweat, and poop his pants while eating ice cream. I, however, only enjoy two of those things. I can’t really complain because I only had to watch him for about an hour. My step-sister has to watch him every other hour of the day (except for her mommy and heroin nights which I assume are sorely needed) in addition to caring for a newborn and an ADD-prone husband. God bless hard illegal drugs, right Maria?
The picnic also included Kim licking Cookie Monster because she swore he tasted like cookies, eating ribs standing up while trying to stay out of the pouring rain, listening to REALLY bad karaoke, and watching person after person take posed pictures of themselves sticking out their asses. What’s the deal with that? KIM?
But Nick, you mentioned earlier that you learned TWO things at the picnic, what was the other thing? I learned my brother somewhat resembles Bam Margera. See?
What did I learn from all of this? I learned two things: My previous notion that kids enjoy sitting in the shade and having a beer while watching other people do stuff is slightly off. Don’t get me wrong. The kid I was chasing was my semi-nephew Gage, and he is a great kid who loves to run, sweat, and poop his pants while eating ice cream. I, however, only enjoy two of those things. I can’t really complain because I only had to watch him for about an hour. My step-sister has to watch him every other hour of the day (except for her mommy and heroin nights which I assume are sorely needed) in addition to caring for a newborn and an ADD-prone husband. God bless hard illegal drugs, right Maria?
The picnic also included Kim licking Cookie Monster because she swore he tasted like cookies, eating ribs standing up while trying to stay out of the pouring rain, listening to REALLY bad karaoke, and watching person after person take posed pictures of themselves sticking out their asses. What’s the deal with that? KIM?But Nick, you mentioned earlier that you learned TWO things at the picnic, what was the other thing? I learned my brother somewhat resembles Bam Margera. See?
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