love peace and chicken grease hahahaha how gay is that?????? |
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A few weeks back, I was sitting in my room typing on the computer and I heard an exchange between my mother who was just outside my room and my brother who was downstairs. This is as I heard it: Brother: mumble mumble mumble Mum: It's under the sink. In the bathroom...why do you want it? B: mumble mumble mumble M: WHAT!!! YOU DON'T NEED THE PLUNGER TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! B: THE BLENDER!!! I NEED THE BLENDER!!! ----- Now, this is the conversation as my mother heard it. Brother: Ma, where's the plunger? Mum: It's under the sink. In the bathroom...why do you want it? B: I want to take a crap. M: WHAT!!! YOU DON'T NEED THE PLUNGER TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! B: THE BLENDER!!! I NEED THE BLENDER!!! ----- Now, this is the conversation that my brother was having: Brother: Ma, where's the blender Mum: It's under the sink. In the bathroom...why do you want it? B: I want to make a frappe. M: WHAT!!! YOU DON'T NEED THE PLUNGER TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! B: THE BLENDER!!! I NEED THE BLENDER!!! Well, I thought it was funny. I'm going to miss them when I move :( |
in other news, fetch me a beer, R2 |
And I tend to miss them more than I think I am going to. |
Many years ago,I gave my boyfriend,[who had everything],a little robot for x-mas. We frequently would order pizza's delivered late at night,and would always do something weird,when the pizza guy showed up.[he got used to us being weird] We would ask him to stop and also pick up beer or wine for us,which he would do,[we always gave him $20.00 for a tip]. So anyway,I bought this little robot,and programmed it to go down the hall and to the door,and put the money in its little claw like hands,and recorded a message,saying we were having sex,and couldn't come to the door,but to leave the pizza and beer on the snack bar.And then we hid,and watched it. Well,we were high,and it seemed incredibaly funny. |
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talks about his old family in the past I think. Plus, i think that the writer is a girl (from the topless thing). |
the house next door to mine has these two small gargoyles up above their door on these little ledges. well around 3 o'clock in the morning we were all incredibly high and drunk and goofy. we sat on my porch with all our shoestrings out of our shoes tied together trying to lasso the damn thing. not realizing that if we actually got it it would probably fall and break one or all of our skulls wide open. we give up. two seconds later my doorbell rings. my neighbor across the street had witnessed the whole thing, waited til we went back inside and crawled up the porch and grabbed it. of course when i woke up sober in the morning i felt incredibly guilty about it. i keep meaning to put it back up. gotta think of something good though. like maybe tie a bottle of tequilla to it with a note that says, "sorry dudes, just had to get away for a little bit." |