Another week gone by and another strange dinner party over at the place where Jeni be living. Again I say that Jeni's friends are pretty cool. Everyone got pretty creative, so we had yam fries, quesedillas, and some sort of pear-and-bree-on-bread thing. I brought a chocolate cake. We're doing it again next week, I think, so I hope I'll be ready to cook something by then.
The highlight of the evening was when I got to hear the story of a pseudo friend of Jeni's friends (so, a dude who's fairly removed from here) one of them who donated his sperm to a lesbian couple so that they could have a child. He did this, I'm told, because he thought they'd do this whole "pregnancy" thing through the time-tested method of hot lesbian sex. No such luck. But they didn't use a doctor, either. Just a turky baster.
Moving on, I... well, I got nothing. I mean sure, there are a few other things going on, but how can you top the turkey baster?
Comments (6)
Bree = Brie
Other uses for a turkey baster.
Posted by Erik (not the roommate) | October 11, 2004 7:41 AM
Posted on October 11, 2004 07:41
Uhh....
I'm going to ignore all that except the brie and pear thing which sounds yummy.
Erik to the rescue.
Posted by Bekah | October 11, 2004 5:38 PM
Posted on October 11, 2004 17:38
Hhm. I like my story better. It's more... fictional.
Posted by Jason | October 11, 2004 11:37 PM
Posted on October 11, 2004 23:37
Actually it's not fictional at all. Unless, of course, you were being lied to.
Posted by ogre | October 13, 2004 1:59 PM
Posted on October 13, 2004 13:59
Would you prefer if I said "sounds more like fiction"?
Posted by Jason | October 13, 2004 9:30 PM
Posted on October 13, 2004 21:30
But truth is stranger than fiction. So maybe it sounds more like truth?
Posted by ogre | October 16, 2004 5:45 PM
Posted on October 16, 2004 17:45