June 16, 2009
i have this social disease (though it cannot be transmitted, like the herp) that is chronic and unflinching in its efforts to render me uncool:  i cannot come up with clever names for ANYTHING.  ever.  when pressed with such a task, my mind goes blank and i sit there like a helpless mute while somebody else scrambles around for something clever.  i hate this aspect of myself! but last night, in my dream sent to me by the prophet of clever names, my brain was gifted with the best team trivia name:  the budgy smugglers. it’s an australian beachwear phenomenon, describing the sort of dudes who wear those skimpy banana hammock type thongs.  the front of these suits look as though the wearer may well be attempting to conceal a domestic budgerigar (a small parrot). waking from this dream, i would not allow myself to drift back to slumber until i repeated my mantra over and over again, so as not to forget it.  budgy smugglers, budgy smugglers, budgy smugglers…

i have this social disease (though it cannot be transmitted, like the herp) that is chronic and unflinching in its efforts to render me uncool:  i cannot come up with clever names for ANYTHING.  ever.  when pressed with such a task, my mind goes blank and i sit there like a helpless mute while somebody else scrambles around for something clever.  i hate this aspect of myself!

but last night, in my dream sent to me by the prophet of clever names, my brain was gifted with the best team trivia name:  the budgy smugglers.

it’s an australian beachwear phenomenon, describing the sort of dudes who wear those skimpy banana hammock type thongs.  the front of these suits look as though the wearer may well be attempting to conceal a domestic budgerigar (a small parrot).

waking from this dream, i would not allow myself to drift back to slumber until i repeated my mantra over and over again, so as not to forget it.  budgy smugglers, budgy smugglers, budgy smugglers…