Once we realized the Polaroid was a thing of the past we focused on important matters of the present, like celebrities in rehab.
“You know Ke$ha is in rehab,” Tree said. “That’s good. She needs to address her mental illness,” I said. “She isn’t mentally ill, she’s really talented,” Tree said in her defense. “She is really talented. A lot of people with mental illness are really talented and really intelligent, but she truly believed she had a monster in her vagina,” I advised. “Maybe she did,” Tree said. “Not anymore – she had an exorcism,” Awkward piped in. “If I ever have a monster in my vagina it better be a good eater,” I said. “Agreed,” said Sleepless. “Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom,” Awkward quipped.
Our conversation soon turned to a spiritually retreat in which That’s Not Chinese participated several years ago. Participants were encouraged, by the Shaman, to refrain from sexual activity during the retreat. During the retreat, That’s Not Chinese slept with the Shaman. “How does that happen?” Ice Cream Man asked. “In a pond or lake; that’s how it happened in Peru,” Tree replied. Ice Cream Man put his arms/hands in the air in the ‘Namaste’ position and, just before he attempted to say, ‘Namaste,’ Awkward, who was clearly on a roll, said, “Nom, nom, nom, nom Namaste.”