I thought I might try to entertain you with a little guessing game.
Which one is me?
I'll give you a hint.
(I'm not a brunette.)
Saturday, 18 October 2008
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
I love nostalgia...
Today I was in the basement rummaging through boxes, when I stumbled upon a box full of my old Barbies™.
I was looking through them all and it made me remember when my parents buy me one as a reward for my good behaviour.
So I went and kidnaped my parents and took them to buy me one.
But once we got there all I saw were small plastic whores in boxes.
It was ridiculous!
They had such little clothing on it seemed pointless to dress them at all.
Where are the independent plastic women of my youth?
I was looking through them all and it made me remember when my parents buy me one as a reward for my good behaviour.
So I went and kidnaped my parents and took them to buy me one.
But once we got there all I saw were small plastic whores in boxes.
It was ridiculous!
They had such little clothing on it seemed pointless to dress them at all.
Where are the independent plastic women of my youth?
I didn't mean to eavesdrop...
These are some things I overheard today...
1. Trail Mix! I knew it!
2. Oh potato, you truly do understand me...
3. I can almost do the splits. Roger will be very happy about that.
4. Oh my god... Oh my god... Oh my god!
5. I bit into it, and there was nothing there, completely hollow.
6. How can you tell me you don't think this looks like an apple slice?
7. Move out of my god damn way! Fat fucking bastard.
8. It was almost a brown, but not quite, so I told her it will not do.
9. I think Madagascar would be the perfect spot, but how would we obtain it?
1. Trail Mix! I knew it!
2. Oh potato, you truly do understand me...
3. I can almost do the splits. Roger will be very happy about that.
4. Oh my god... Oh my god... Oh my god!
5. I bit into it, and there was nothing there, completely hollow.
6. How can you tell me you don't think this looks like an apple slice?
7. Move out of my god damn way! Fat fucking bastard.
8. It was almost a brown, but not quite, so I told her it will not do.
9. I think Madagascar would be the perfect spot, but how would we obtain it?
Wrong Number
Today I went to call-up one of my old friends, but instead I dialed the number of an intoxicated person.
When he said 'hello' I instantly knew I had the wrong number since I was calling a female, so I was about to apologize for dialing the wrong number, but he interrupted me with this question:
"Have you heard about the Myan civilization?".
So I answered 'yes', because I have, I'm not going to lie to a helpless drunk.
And for half an hour he was telling me about the Mayns.
And then he stopped to tell me I have a very beautiful voice...
And it's little things like that that make my day.
When he said 'hello' I instantly knew I had the wrong number since I was calling a female, so I was about to apologize for dialing the wrong number, but he interrupted me with this question:
"Have you heard about the Myan civilization?".
So I answered 'yes', because I have, I'm not going to lie to a helpless drunk.
And for half an hour he was telling me about the Mayns.
And then he stopped to tell me I have a very beautiful voice...
And it's little things like that that make my day.
