Pork Porn Polka

It’s been some time since I’ve seen PD. As with most of my friends, no matter how much time has passed since I last saw them, it is like no time has passed at all. Even though we don’t regularly see each other, we regularly share newspaper headlines. The most recent headline was specific to an investigation involving a Mr. Cheese; also involved in the investigation was his wife, Mrs. Cheese. “Since the cheese doesn’t stand alone, I think we should all get together for cheeseburgers,” I advised PD. He agreed and we invited The Responsible One and Drink Whisperer to join us.

Immediately upon seeing Drink Whisperer, he informed me he wouldn’t be doing any drink whispering this evening. We ordered our burgers, all of them with cheese, and started talking about technology. “My son has to help me set up my VCR,” PD told us. “Wait, what? Did you just say VCR?” The Responsible One asked. “Yes, VCR,” he replied and added, “I’ve turned into my father!” BeCuz, who had joined us as well, looked my way and said, “VCR, that’s right up your alley.”

We then started talking about who we knew who had VCRs and how often they used them. I mentioned That’s Not Chinese’s one porn flick on VHS and then shared a holiday themed porn, “A Lay In The Manger,” idea.  YummYummy, Can’t Be Bothered and I came up with this one year. “You might want to cover your eyebrows, so they’re don’t burn off,” The Responsible One advised me. “I’m not afraid of fire, I plan to be cremated,” I told her and then continued to discuss elements of the film, “So, as usual, there will be no room at the ‘inn,’ but the Three Wise Men will still come.” “You are so going to hell,” Drink Whisperer advised me then he took a bite of burger and loudly whispered, “Oh, wow, this bacon is so good. You should totally blog about this bacon. The bacon and porn.” “OK,” I replied.

After a couple of hours of whispering with the group, BeCuz and I headed to The Kooks concert. We had been looking forward to this for some time and were fully prepared to move in our own way, as usual. Unfortunately, the first band wasn’t that great. “Aptly named,” BeCuz told me while yawning. “Yes, although I might have added an ‘-er’ at the end, Yawner,” I replied. Luckily, they were only on stage a short while which gave us enough time for a standing nap. Then, we were more then ready to get our groove on, to shine on really, just like the star above the manger.