Next stop… Whores!
Posts tagged poor misha
Sweetums #11: Am I Scaring You Tonight?
Jan 16th
Never ever let Gary Jr. go out with coworkers, drink 3 pitchers of Stella with no dinner, then meet up with the huhns at Martuni’s for a 3 martini night-cap. When you let that happen, poor Misha has to hear this on the entire bridge ride home.
No Really. Misha = Mess
Jan 8th
I am not joking when I talk about Misha being a mess. He saw my inaugural post finally. And he got all pissy.
Misha: “Umm. That Misha’s a Mess post is all wrong. You’ve got all your facts mixed up.”
Gary Jr: “Oh really? What exactly did I get? Hmmmm?”
Misha: “That story happened right here in this room. We were lying in bed together in the morning.”
Gary Jr: “Realllllly? So Nick was lying next to us in bed and we were chatting before work about Benutty’s texts, were we? Any of that ring a bell?”
Misha: “Oops. Yeah. It was at The Trappist. But I swear we talked about it in bed. Didn’t we?”
Oh sweet silly messy Misha. He gets so confused. Hehe. And in fairness, he’s mixing up two different conversations (the one at the Trappist and one in bed that will eventually become a post because it was totally a mess).
Gary Santa
Dec 23rd
Never give Gary Jr. a couple of large bottles of homemade Spiced Holiday Ale. After a couple hours he starts to believe he is Santa, and goes out on the town ho’ing. Poor Misha found him in a dark alley in Oakland like this:
So What! Who Cares?!?
Dec 22nd
I was incredibly sick for the last two weeks. I had the flu; I threw up; I busted blood vessels in my eye; I had crazy thick chest congestion…and poor Misha stood by me through thick and thin (mostly thick).
One night we were sitting on the couch and I was wrapped in a blanket. Suddenly and without warning I had the instant need to cough before I could even get my hand to my mouth. Luckily, I turned my head away from Misha as a hefty cough from my lower lungs belted out. When I turned back around to look at Misha, he was like “OH MY GOD. GROSS BABY! You have some on your lip!”
Sure enough, I had a little bit of thick green yellow mucus hanging from my lip. Without missing a beat, I quickly said, “Well you’re lucky you didn’t see the huge glob that flew out of my mouth and landed on your blanket. Let me get a napkin.”
Yeah. That’s right. I hocked up a loogie and it landed on the blanket and Misha was there to experience my cuteness. So What! Who Cares?!?
