Today was fine until my nose got stuvved ubb. Idd suggz. I guess Bline Zogazine is a real bummer. The other day some Beast of Burden told me that reading Bline totally wrecked his afternoon. He was checking out a sigg lingk (probably the one about being TOTAL DORKS) and his ipod quit working. Keep in mind he did leave it outside the night before and it rained quite a bit but he swears it is our fault. Apparently it earased all of his M. Night Shallyman movies and his live Lisa Loeb bootlegs. He paid top dollar on ebay for those I guess.
Needless to say he is pretty upset. He called me a bunch of weird names and made me buy him dinner. It was alright I guess. We went to this gross delicious place and got some cheap sandwiches. The Frenched Fries were pretty great. He almost got a small orange juice but we all know what that means. The large was an expectedly small amount. Whatever though, it,s just juice. We talked about what we want to be for Halloween and how good it feels to break edge and to break veg and to break an edge-uh-skedge. Does anybody even know when that voting thing is anyway?
John Cage - Indeterminacy
Love,
Mother Potato
1 comment:
Orange juice is only served in a thimble, or several droplets on a paper towel which you put into your mouth and hopefully you quit being selfish and let your taste buds ride the flavor explosion sauce eyes train that runs northbound. Who knows though. You should've gotten the large.
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