Jersey's birthday is tomorrow, so Butterfly threw him a low-key party, he being a naturally low-key person. We had food (veggie lasagna, which was quite tastey, but inexplicably tex-mex flavored), seven layer dip -1, apple pie (the pie and the dip Butterfly helped me make!), Butterfly's rocky road squares, ice cream cake (I didn't make that one...). The scooby gang rented a bunch of 1950-60 toy commercials, which were great!
Jersey was in rare form, he's got a quirky sense of humor and a gift for shoving his foot into his mouth. I'd rearranged my room to fit a 6" computer table in, and was kvetching because some of my dressers were weirdly placed, but I couldn't do much about it. Jersey pipes up with "Oh, don't worry, Jacob, you'll never have anybody in your bedroom." Mild shock. "What I meant was, you'll never have any friends in your room." Badger: "Just...keep digging yourself deeper, okay?"
Later, this weird commercial came on for a robot-shaped chocolate syrup dispenser. In the commercial, badly animated, the robot strode happily against a hilly backdrop, and be swarmed by a mob of children drawn so badly as to appear naked. They would reach up, and press on his thighs, and "Mr. Robot" would squirt chocolate from his head. It was obscene, but in a "rated G" sort of way. The money shot, a little boy cradled in the "O" of Mr Robot, smiling contentedly, with chocolate beading on one cheek and his forehead.
Disturbed, I turned to the person nearest me. "Jersey, this demands an explanation."
"Well...It took place in Amsterdam."
This, as far as I'm concerned, answers all questions. My other favorite quote of the evening--a very intensely military commercial came on, and Badger turned to Jersey and said "If the draft comes up, would you kiss me?" Without missing a beat, "Oh, with tongue."
That, and Amsterdam, kept me laughing all night.