Boobies!

So this is my first little post here in a long time.  At least here....  I shall break in new posting habit with this one little story. 

Let me preface this tale with the fact that I've been in bed for the past two days with the flu.  I'm feverish and  I've been eating over the counter medicine for the past forty eight hours and my judgement is more than a little bit clouded.  Keep in mind, dear reader, that antihistamines do no block my ability to call a spade a spade.

My roommate asked me if I'd like to join he and his girlfriend at a friend's house.  Pretty simple.  I agreed, as I'd been sitting at the house on the sofa for a couple of days watching Law and Order while my body flopped from sweaty fever to chilly misery again and again.  Even though it was late, I figured that it might be a good idea to get up and moving for an hour.

It was a normal looking house.  I hate normal looking houses.  They throw me off.  You never what to expect when you walk into a normal looking house.  If the world were a fair place, there would be Hobo Signs on the fencepost denoting what kind of freaks live inside.  All I ask for is a little fair warning.  When I walk into a new house, I'd like to know if the people living there are drunks, coke heads, Manic Mutants, Republicans or swingers.  What I walked into in this particular house could only be described as a degenerate snakepit.  On the whole, I like to think of these sorts of folks as generally good people.