Monday’s Hangover: LAPD Show Up At SIGD And We ROFL

Maybe it’s because it’s a short week or because I’m heading out of town on Thursday to fly to Hawaii or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been drunk for the past 72 hours and surely didn’t eat the correct amount to keep my body healthy. Maybe I’m just lazy. Whatever the reason, I’m just not into this today. Work. Blog. Talking to people. Breathing. Typing. I found that pic of the damn rabbit yesterday after four bloody mary’s and thought it was HI-larious. Now I just want to get a damn pistol and shoot and skin that damn Canadian bunny and use its pelt for a beer coozy. (A sexy one for sure) Oh yeah, f*ck you PETA. Just sayin.
Got the cops called on The Crack House yesterday for the first time. That was nice.

In the middle of a freakin Sunday afternoon, apparently we (read: Lazlo) were being too loud and rambunctious. One of the ladies was out “manning” the grill, (We were inside drinking and watching the games.. too busy to be bothered by food), and the LAPD roll by and ask her if everything is alright. As if we’re raping and beating chicks inside the house while there’s football on. Right. Priorities, please. Then they circle the block to survey the actual loudness, come back and tell us to keep it down. Whatever. if we can’t yell and scream at our respective teams on our 4 TVs on a beautiful Sunday day in Los Angeles, then what the hell can you do? At least they didn’t come in and find the mounds and mounds of drugs and high priced prostitutes scattered around the house. That would have been akward.
I spent the rest of the day on Limewire totally illegally downloading R. Kelly’s opus Trapped In The Closet. Which by the way, all hyperbole aside, might be the best thing ever and if you even think I won’t be buying that damn DVD then you don’t know Lou. No, seriously. We may be in the midst of a real genius not seen to the world since The Wright Brothers or the guy who invented porn. Watched the Scientology South Park a few more times. (Oh Meh Gahd!).
Just general mayhem as usual, I suppose. But like I said, I’m not in the mood to write anything today. I just want to think of something funny to say about this fucking rabbit before I throw my screen across the office.
As Always, Mahalo,
Lou
P.S. Couldn’t find a good Travolta clip, but check this wonderful clip of R. Kelly singing to Cruise and Travolta in the closet.