I know I should have been at the City Council meeting tonight, seeing as how I’m being considered for the Mayor’s 2020 Task Force on the future of Ypsilanti, but instead I was out at the Corner Brewery with my friend Brett, who said he was desperately in need of my council (and the money my wife was offering for a photography job). While helping Brett deal with his many serious issues, a man ran over to our table, insisting that he be allowed to run his thick fingers through Brett’s curly mane of hair. Brett acquiesced. The man, for some reason, then tore off his shirt, exposing his pale and sunken chest, and Brett, always willing to please his public, grudglingly permitted the assault to take place. The whole thing played out while his equally-inebriated friend fought with his grandmother over the telephone. The shirtless man, it should be pointed out, had been playing bongos prior to becoming fascinated by Brett’s hair. His mask was never explained.
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The one thing I asked of you, was to never post my picture on this blog.
Damn, I have perky nipples.
I always wondered if Brett’s hair was hiding something. What might that be?
Fuck, a Matthew McConaughey sighting in Ypsilanti!
I think its a mutation spawned from the Huron River. Searching for nutrients so it can survive and adapt on land.
I blame runoff from our non-permeable surfaces.
I only have three words to contribute: Sweet Lou Dunbar
mark failed to mention that the guy with the goggles is going to be leading the 20/20 taskforce.
I didn’t get Steve’s comment on Sweet Lou Dunbar, so I asked.
Here’s his response:
Steve Cherry cracks me up.
And I like that idea, Brett. All of us on the 2020 Task Force should wear futuristic goggles that enable us to see with perfect clarity. (And we should be able to take whatever we want from local stores without paying.)
…and, in regards to the post’s image itself, let this be a lesson to everyone that if you’re engaging in an embarassing activity, you must make sure that This Evil Grinning Man is nowhere in the vicinity, lest your likeness will most certainly be blogged.