Just Another Saturday Night

Author’s Note: Close friends often speak to each other in a language of their own making that outsiders can’t understand.. This is a look at a situation that created one such language between me and my best friend in high school. Nothing more, nothing less. That Damn dinosaur- Burning the bacon, again! Smoking up the bathroom... Combustible toilet spread, Hot Damn! regurgitation, Lettuce boat, left behind... Jelly oozing from the ceiling, with Banana-berry holding it up Stupid football hole... Ta-ta-vision, laughing station, Spewing crescent dough from nostrils, Favored flavored burger darts? Did I mention the Damn dinosaur? Burning chicken wings! **** on the sinking hangers, Decimated delivery guy... Spirits, in the room (and on the table) a shower curtain ring on plywood- Dance to random Ouija phrases... Ramen numerals besieging Boo- Cat’s claws in the wall, Curling kitty hair-do, crazy! Smokin’ smoggies under-table, Birdies fly out over glass? Tapping on their tail feathers... Where the hell is that Damn dinosaur?