Sunday, February 18, 2007
The Pita Sisters & The Case of Geoff Mongo Zann
The pita Logs – May 20th, 2006
Jeslyn driving down mainstreet Easton on her cellphone in her Mini-Van.
“Diane, I just don’t get it. Jim seems to be less and less interested in me and more interested in the new Xbox he purchased. I thought when men go through their mid-life crisis, they would be more intent on buying cars and galavanting around with young floozies. All he wants to do is scratch his balls and play the Mortal Kombat X-treme IV”
(Slams on breaks for old Jewish man crossing street stuffing Challah bread down his throat)
“Christ on a cross! Anyways, I just don’t get it. I mean, I could manage life without the sex, but, now, no attention. Does he think I’m a robot?”
The Pita Logs, 4/14/06
"Julia, what is the matter!" Diane frantically exclaimed to an obviously frazzled Julia
"I've had enough, enough! Who is this Geof Mongo Zann. He has invaded every aspect of my life! I'm gonna die!" again spat out Julia
Sadly, in many ways, this wasn't a recent, and predictable bout of Julia's dramatics. There was, some validity to her statements. A mysterious man, cloaked in a dark, satin red jumpsuit had indeed been invading every aspect of julia's codependent life.
At the supermarket, there he was, picking up some thinly sliced cold cuts at the deli, while she peered nervously through the Nabisco cracker selection.
At her son's swim practice, he again appeared, in nothing less than a Toyota Tercell, with his gay little jumpsuit on, mouthing, what seemed to Julia, the lyrics to George Micheal's late 80s hit, "Freedom '90".
A few days later, again, this shady man, Geof Mongo Zann, "accidently" bumped in to her at the local burger joint, Benchwarmer Bobs.
The facebook poke she recieved from him the next morning only confirmed the fact that something was awry. Something dark was in the air, and it wasn't the black clowds drifting over from Morder. Something much more sinister.
Julia knew she had to take matters into her own hands. Well aware that Jeslyn was having one of those "me" moments that last from Monday afternoon until thursday evening and that Diane was dealing with a broker as she put another mortgage on her home.
"Diane, its me, Julia. I may need the number to Lt. Jenkins! Julia mumbled as her hand shook so bad it was audible to a very stressed out Diane...
And the case of The Pita Sisters and Geof Mongo Zann continues....
Jeslyn driving down mainstreet Easton on her cellphone in her Mini-Van.
“Diane, I just don’t get it. Jim seems to be less and less interested in me and more interested in the new Xbox he purchased. I thought when men go through their mid-life crisis, they would be more intent on buying cars and galavanting around with young floozies. All he wants to do is scratch his balls and play the Mortal Kombat X-treme IV”
(Slams on breaks for old Jewish man crossing street stuffing Challah bread down his throat)
“Christ on a cross! Anyways, I just don’t get it. I mean, I could manage life without the sex, but, now, no attention. Does he think I’m a robot?”
The Pita Logs, 4/14/06
"Julia, what is the matter!" Diane frantically exclaimed to an obviously frazzled Julia
"I've had enough, enough! Who is this Geof Mongo Zann. He has invaded every aspect of my life! I'm gonna die!" again spat out Julia
Sadly, in many ways, this wasn't a recent, and predictable bout of Julia's dramatics. There was, some validity to her statements. A mysterious man, cloaked in a dark, satin red jumpsuit had indeed been invading every aspect of julia's codependent life.
At the supermarket, there he was, picking up some thinly sliced cold cuts at the deli, while she peered nervously through the Nabisco cracker selection.
At her son's swim practice, he again appeared, in nothing less than a Toyota Tercell, with his gay little jumpsuit on, mouthing, what seemed to Julia, the lyrics to George Micheal's late 80s hit, "Freedom '90".
A few days later, again, this shady man, Geof Mongo Zann, "accidently" bumped in to her at the local burger joint, Benchwarmer Bobs.
The facebook poke she recieved from him the next morning only confirmed the fact that something was awry. Something dark was in the air, and it wasn't the black clowds drifting over from Morder. Something much more sinister.
Julia knew she had to take matters into her own hands. Well aware that Jeslyn was having one of those "me" moments that last from Monday afternoon until thursday evening and that Diane was dealing with a broker as she put another mortgage on her home.
"Diane, its me, Julia. I may need the number to Lt. Jenkins! Julia mumbled as her hand shook so bad it was audible to a very stressed out Diane...
And the case of The Pita Sisters and Geof Mongo Zann continues....
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