October 2009
38 posts
I’ve run into the same Greenpeace person 4 days in a row, in completely different neighborhoods. This time he didn’t try to get me to sign-up and be a member. I think he is as creeped out as I am.
I don’t like it when girls talk about the fiber content of what they are eating.
My thought is, “Stop talking about Poo!”
- Matt: Are you coming home before the party? I have a mullet wig, and nascar shirt, that would be perfect for your costume.
- Me: Nah, but what time are you leaving? I can bring the poncho that you wanted, if you want to meet at the cyclops and trade.
- Matt: Not for awhile, because I am doing laundry, and fuck the poncho! I'm going as a Pirate!
- Me: Haha! Can you bring the wig when you do?
- Matt: Fo sho do you want the shirt too?
- Me: Nah. Value Village.
- ---------------------------
- Matt doesn't follow the rules of costume parties. He just likes to get dressed up.
(Written.By/Larry Parks & Jay Turnbow)
“I like bread and butter,
I like toast and jam,
That’s what my baby feeds me,
I’m her loving man.
He likes bread and butter,
He likes toast and jam,
That’s what his baby feeds him,
He’s her loving man.
She don’t cook mashed potatoes,
She don’t cook T-bone steaks,
Don’t feed me peanut butter,
She knows that I can’t take.
He likes bread and butter,
He likes toast and jam,
That’s what his baby feeds him,
He’s her loving man.
Got home early one morning,
Much to my surprise,
She was eating chicken and dumplings <—— (Whore!)
With some other guy.
No more bread and butter,
No more toast and jam,
I found my baby eating
With some other man.”