God…
First Captain Ahab and Queequeg showed up.
Queequeg put his harpoon in the corner.
A bit later Moby Dick showed up.
Man, I don’t have room for him too on my sofa.
Then Popeye showed up.
Me: What are you doing here Popeye?
We’re going to watch “Whaling Television.”
Wouldn’t you prefer some “Sailor Television.”
Popeye: I would if you had some documentaries on giant sea cucumbers.
Me: Too much information Popeye.
Don’t ask. Don’t tell.
Queequeg: Call me Ishmael.
Me: Maybe later Quee.
For hors d’oeuvres I served miniature croissants stuffed with mushrooms.
They were heaven and everyone loved them.
Oh wait Popeye has some thing to say.
Here it comes…
Popeye: Do you have any…
Me: God, here it comes…
Popeye: Do you have any croissants with…
Me: Let me guess..
Popeye: Spinach?
Me to self:
No I don’t have any fucking croissants with spinach!!!
Only fucking croissants with mushrooms which everyone loves!!!
I invited you here just so I could fuck you over by not serving
you any fucking croissants with fucking spinach!!!!!!
Me out loud:
Of course, Popeye…
They’re “browning” in the oven.
Let me get you some.
Queequeng: Mind if I take my harpoon in the kitchen?
Me: Sure. Whatever Quee.
Moby Dick ate all the bean dip.
I mean ALL the bean dip.
And I don’t have a toilette big enough to accommodate the guy.
The only way they’re going to fix that problem
is by burning my apartment complex to the ground.
Queequeng: Mind if I take a selfie of myself with my harpoon in the bathroom?
Me: Whatever dude.
Me to self: Look we know you are a harpooner!!!
What are you compensating for with the harpoon?!!
Anyway, “Whaling Television” night was a huge success and we promised
to do it again soon at Moby’s house.
The next evening there was a ring at my doorbell.
I opened the door and was greeted by Captain Crunch.
Me: Hey,how’s it going Captain?
Captain Crunch: Great.
Popeye will be here shortly.
Shall we watch some “Sailor Television?”