If you’d like to include yourself in the last installment of the “Dr. Zibbs and I series”, feel free to send me a photo of yourself or a link to a picture of you- preferably of yourself partying or having sex with llamas. Now’s your chance to be seen with the infamous Dr. Z!
I promise to make you look super-ridiculous (along with the rest of us).
The deadline is Monday afternoon. Act now!
Once again, if you didn’t read the previous posts, this won’t make a lot of sense, but I’ll refresh everyone’s memory anyways.
Dr. Zibbs held a contest, and the winner would become his new best friend and receive 5 emails from him recounting the adventures they’d have together. I was blessed by Jesus and won the competition!
So now I’m receiving emails from Dr. Zibbs that recount our adventures, and fortunately for him, I had the digital camera to back up his stories!
If you recall, his last email placed us in Las Vegas, surrounded by people like Carrot Top and Criss Angel and other lesser-known celebrities who aren’t talented enough to make it outside of Vegas. The story continues.
..To hell with the Elvis impersonators! Let’s just go into the Bellagio…. What the hell? I can’t believe they put up that huge sign in my honor. Wasn’t that great?
Oh yeah, that was really cool of them to roll out the red carpet for you. Remember this picture? Remember when they wrote your name in the fountain and you got really excited and ran through the water and kept breaking the fountain streams with your hands until they hauled you away? Hahaha, that was funny, but bailing you out of jail was NOT funny. Remember what jail in Vegas was like? Yeah, hookers and drunk conventioneers everywhere. Did I tell you that I saw Henry Winkler in another cell when I was coming to get you? He didn't look impressed.
And how great was it when we went inside and saw some of the That Blue Yak hotties? Catering to our every need. Damn I’ve got some good looking readers. Hey I’m not complaining.
Okay BFF, I'm looking through the memory card here and I can't see any pictures of hot women in Vegas. I have this picture though, I remember these three guys being pretty stoked to meet you. They couldn't contain their enthusiasm! I'm still kinda peeved that you left with them for so long. You didn't even tell me you were going anywhere, I just turned around from my slot machine and all you guys were gone. You guys must have went and caught a show, because you were gone for hours. It's okay, I'll get over it, but BFF's DON'T leave their BFF's hanging, you know? We need to practice that part.
And we went up to that Night Club, “The Bank”? But how weird was it that we saw some of the guys that read That Blue Yak? Dressed as security guards. As if we didn’t know it was them. I swear they were trying to hone in on your BFF week. You won the contest - not them! Stupid Ingrates!
I don't know what was going on in this picture, but it's the only one I have from "The Bank". I must have been too busy to take any more photos. Whoops. But this is pretty cool, that old security guard just kinda made himself at home on your lap and ate his donuts. Haha, you were squirming and uncomfortable - he must have been heavy! And he didn't even share! He even gave you ten dollars after he was done. What was THAT all about?
As you can see, we were having a blast … I hope Zibbs goes on to tell us about our adventures in Los Angeles after this!! Man, that town was bizarre!
If you’re not up on the story, please read the previous post. This is a continuation, so if you haven’t read the last one this will be like watching an episode of Seinfeld after 3.6 minutes have passed.
This is the second email from Dr. Zibbs, who recounts our journey from St. Louis to Las Vegas. Once again, I’ve added the pictures and some captions to tell my side of our adventures.
.. I can’t believe we had to parachute out of the plane. And who thought we’d be directly over St Loius?
BFF's won't mention how their BFF spells St. Louis. If I recall, you liked that parachute jump a little more than would seem normal. But what do I know, this was my first time!
Since we were there, I’m glad we decided to go see Gwen. I can’t believe she was serious about taking a dump in the sink at work like she said in your comments.
Well, technically it was ON the sink, not in it. And it's convenient that she works at a stainless steel bathroom fixture manufacturing plant, so it wasn't even like a big feat or anything. But I have to admit, making the heart shape is probably a challenge. WTG Gwennie!
Well, good thing Saint Louis has a crappy zoo which means crappy security which means we got ourselves some free crappy transportation. Camels. Remember I named mine crappy? Anyway, that was a great ride through the Rocky’s and finally into Vegas.
BFF's like me are awesomely patient. I remember waiting a whole 15 minutes outside this place for you to return. Also, BFF's like me are awesome because we're good with lending money - after this part of the trip you were broke and I had to pay for everything!
I can’t believe that Carrot Top and Chris Angel had the gaul to try and talk to me. I can’t stand D list celebrities. Now onto to track down a few Elvis impersonators and hot chicks to party with. Yeee HAwww!
BFF's like me have no problem setting the record straight. For the record, you seemed to be rather enthused to meet them, then the next morning you had TWO wedding rings on your finger and you were walking a little funny. But you know what? BFF's like me KNOW that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. We didn't ever find the impersonators and hot chicks did we, BFF! Hahah, funny how plans get all messed up like that!
Part of the prize of becoming Zibb’s BFF was that he promised to send me 5 emails, recounting our adventures together. I took the liberty of putting the photos from our shenanigans up here on my blog. I didn’t ask his permission, but BFF’s don’t need permission.
…”Well do you believe I actually took a dump in your sink? Well guess what? I didn’t. That was a look-a-like. Do you think I would risk exposing my perfectly round ass in public. It would be on the news in seconds.
He's right!!! That was MICHAEL DOUGLAS on my toilet! Damnit! BFF's always play pranks on each other.
Anyways, I wanted to tell you that it was pretty cool this morning when we rented that monster truck and rode into the city to the airport. Crushing everything in our path.
My new BFF tends to exaggerate. But BFF's roll with the story, no matter how enlarged it may be.
And I’m also glad we prepared by dressing up as pilots so we could fly the plane to Vegas. Oh yeah. This is gonna be great. And all of the Swedish Stewardess on board?…Oh yeah!
Easy, he didn't sleep with any of them. He's not like that. Okay okay, just the girl on the right. (BFF's lie for each other, right?)
And I can’t believe we’re actually BBQing on the plane! Let me just roll the window down to get rid of some of the smoke..AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AAHHHH!!!!
I forgot to bring the buns. Fortunately BFF's FORGIVE each other when things go wrong. We got over it and had a great time until he opened the window. We lost 15 people that flight, but you know what? I FORGAVE HIM, because that's what BFF's do. No biggie, right?
