Of note lately, is the dissapearance of Mike Guerdon.
Normally we talk via e-mail or phone everyday, but he has been absent of late.
Meaning, either he really is away or he is finally tired of my Tom Foolery.
I had promised earlier in this blog to tell you a tale of Mike Guerdon. I shall relay this particular story now.
Normally we talk via e-mail or phone everyday, but he has been absent of late.
Meaning, either he really is away or he is finally tired of my Tom Foolery.
I had promised earlier in this blog to tell you a tale of Mike Guerdon. I shall relay this particular story now.
Gather 'round children, a middle aged man is about to talk about another middle aged man.
I've known the spendor that is Mike Guerdon since I was 18, meaning, I have known him for a great many years.
I cannot begin to tell of the fondness I have for him. He is a true friend and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him (in a non-fag way).
When I say he is my brother from another mother, I truly mean that. When I say that he's a gock, not so much.... but he is a gock. Yer a gock, Mike.
Mike Guerdon once peed on my foot.
It was around 1985....a group of us were drunk (naturally) on Siesta Key in Sarasota. We had drank a LOT of beers. We were running (stumbling) around the beach, desperately trying to find a bathroom or some shrubbery where we could relieve ourselves.
We finally found a place and as I was releasing the bad alcohol (so I could replace it with good alcohol), I felt a warm sensation on my foot.
I look over and Mike Guerdon is peeing on my foot. And laughing.
I told Mike, somewhat forcefully, that my foot was NOT a urinal.
He looked at me and said "I was misinformed".
Good times, man.
COME BACK, MIKE GUERDON, WHERE EVER YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!
I've known the spendor that is Mike Guerdon since I was 18, meaning, I have known him for a great many years.
I cannot begin to tell of the fondness I have for him. He is a true friend and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him (in a non-fag way).
When I say he is my brother from another mother, I truly mean that. When I say that he's a gock, not so much.... but he is a gock. Yer a gock, Mike.
Mike Guerdon once peed on my foot.
It was around 1985....a group of us were drunk (naturally) on Siesta Key in Sarasota. We had drank a LOT of beers. We were running (stumbling) around the beach, desperately trying to find a bathroom or some shrubbery where we could relieve ourselves.
We finally found a place and as I was releasing the bad alcohol (so I could replace it with good alcohol), I felt a warm sensation on my foot.
I look over and Mike Guerdon is peeing on my foot. And laughing.
I told Mike, somewhat forcefully, that my foot was NOT a urinal.
He looked at me and said "I was misinformed".
Good times, man.
COME BACK, MIKE GUERDON, WHERE EVER YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!
2 comments:
You should ask Cheryl about the time my husband peed on her.
Good times, man. Damn good times. This is just the tip of the Mike Guerdon comedic iceburg, so to speak.
Wait until Lee tells the one about the oceanic turd, or even better, about the nad story.
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