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No, Temple, I don't know what his name means. I use a friend's name and
not his real name. His friend was of the Fula tribe, if that's any help !! I didn't leave this story up long, added another post quickly and that's why you missed this one.
posted by
benzinha
on June 28, 2004 at 9:44 PM
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LadyKenobi, exactly like having a neverending hangover, room spinning, no
way out. Also, a little like labor pains, no escape, ya gotta just go through it to the end....horrendous !!
Loved your description, it brought back so many foolish memories of youth. Why do we mix drinks, why do we drink so many, why don't we care about the HELL that's coming, inescapable Hell?? My tummy feels a little upset just now remembering it and his banana story, too.
posted by
benzinha
on June 28, 2004 at 9:42 PM
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I missed this one somehow.
Such a great story and Alficene's story telling would have been priceless, I bet. I was wondering, do you know what his name means?
posted by
Temple
on June 28, 2004 at 8:31 PM
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ow....
This totally reminds me of the one and only hangover I've ever had. An entire bottle of Arbour Mist followed by a rum and Coke, mind you. I just laid on the floor watching a taped episode of Mystery Science Theatre 3000, not even fast-forwarding the commercials, thinking that as long as I could hear Mike Nelson's voice that everything would be okay. The friend I was drinking with, of course, spewed it all up and felt much better the next day. So I had to clean that up while feeling majorly sick on my own terms. The stain on the floor of my parent's family room, of course, remains to this very day, a reminder of my folly.
Also I can't read any of these Africa stories without thinking of those poor parrots!
posted by
LadyKenobi
on June 25, 2004 at 6:35 AM
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Deeverdoodle, they probably don't kiss as often as they used to !! Or their
families complain forever about the stench in the rabbit holes. Thanks for reading and leaving me comments that make me laugh. I need this.
posted by
benzinha
on June 24, 2004 at 8:26 AM
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maj, thanks for making me laugh, too. The comments here are fun.
There were no watrmelon patches in my area, but the neighbors all had fruit trees and I ate grapes and plums and peaches and oranges until I thought, like Alfi, that I would die from ecstasy at first and from tummy problems later.
I will pass on your melon info to grandchildren !!!!
posted by
benzinha
on June 24, 2004 at 8:23 AM
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Thank-you for making me laugh...
I wonder if this is how those wicked little bunnies who gorge themselves on my onions each night feel in the morning? :)
posted by
Deverdoodle
on June 24, 2004 at 7:35 AM
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Did you know
that you can take a long, sharp knife, cut a long plug out of the end of a watermelon on the vine, and, carefully leaving a long section of flesh still attached to the green skin, eat most of the core without anyone noticing for a couple days?
Just a thought......................
posted by
majroj
on June 24, 2004 at 7:21 AM
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Yes they do...
sometimes because they need to, but most of the time just for fun.
posted by
Friar__Tuck
on June 23, 2004 at 11:26 PM
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Friarcito, maybe all boys do this at one time or another??!?!?
I remember stealing raw potatoes from my mother's kitchen, running into the alley behind the house, peeling the potato with my front teeth and then devouring it as though it were my favorite food on earth, on my hungry days. I would have taken more, but she would have noticed it then. I had to be careful in my thievery.
posted by
benzinha
on June 23, 2004 at 11:15 PM
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Passionflower, he was laughing through tears when he told me this story
and, of course, made it much funnier with his African sayings and making faces and gestures, being that naughty boy for just one moment again, while telling it to me. I laughed, too and then offered him Bananas Foster, which he tried. "Just this once", he said. He liked them, but only took two bites.
Thanks for reading me again and for leaving comments.
posted by
benzinha
on June 23, 2004 at 11:12 PM
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Abuelita
this is great stuff. I can use it in one of my sermons on "the wages of sin is a tummy ache"... No just kidding. It reminded me of a passage from the Confessions of St. Augustine where he describes how and he and some friends sneaked into their neighbor's and stole some figs.
posted by
Friar__Tuck
on June 23, 2004 at 10:51 PM
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Poor child! Good story as always and well told!
posted by
Passionflower
on June 23, 2004 at 10:31 PM
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