I’ve been having dark thoughts today of testing that cat vs. curiosity angle with tuna in electrical outlets and fake birds on very high and teetering planks…
But honestly, I’ve felt a little tired and out of sorts the last few days. Is it the winter? Is it the impending doom of family Thanksgiving dinner? I don’t know, leave me alone! You wanna fight?!
I’m sorry, I tried to warn you. That shirt really brings out your eyes by the way.
The problem mostly is that I feel myself getting insular, crawling up inside for comfort and protection. And this really hampers my mission of bringing a healthy dose of the random to my little corner of the corporate world. And I’m afraid it makes for a not so cohesive and rather boring post.
Hearing Red Red Meat on the headphones is sort of alleviating the problem, sort of. But honestly, until I am ready to either stand up and “shake the crappy” on out of here, or at least take a nap, I’m going to blame the frigging cat. And I’m gonna send this guy:
He’ll bust a cap in Brody’s ass, but good.
13 comments:
I have been waiting patiently all day for this post. Thank you for finally getting around to it. Sheeesh!
Oh and WTF!? Do you even read you email anymore? I sent you an honestly funny, purposely weird email about this awesome comedian who reminds me of you. I mean the guy actually looks a bit like you too, but his style of delivery and intersperced nervous laughing-at-himself is a dead ringer. In fact, I have set my TiVo to record everything this guy does just so that I can watch him and think about you.
Not in that way, though.
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Well maybe just a little... ANyhow remember that awesome Thanksgiving you and I had on the Haight a few years back? Of course you do because I bring it up every damned year! Your woman was gone and mine was insane, so we set out to dine alone, but together. I had the Chicken Cordon Bleu and you had a serious helping of the giggles. MOST... MEMORABLE... THANKSGIVING... EVER.
Now respond to my email, you slutty whore.
Love,
kc!
Ps. Try having 5 (yes that is not a type-o... F-I-V-E) cats. Two of whom are in the [begin manly anoucer voice] Ultimate Feline Battle III [/end manly anouncer voice] right now. Cute and furry, yes... not so great at 3 a.m. when your bed becomes a cage-match (to-the-death) of hissing, spitting, claws, and growls.
Wow Sir Stalks-A-Lot, check your email, I will respond...
Jeez!
Baby got back, or what?... these days, the Internet is like, virtually instantaneous!? You need to stop puttin' 'em on da glass and speed up your fan-mail answering to get with the times, homeboy! I mean, I wrote you last week sometime and it has been so long that I figured you just switched email addresses and didn't tell anyone. THAT is how long you took, rumpshaker.
...oh and go eata Dick's! :P
Peep dem 'Mix-a-Lot references, boyee!
Wow, I hope rumpshaker sticks as a nickname! And no dis to my new home city or hood, but Dick's sucks ass by the way.
But I thought Dick's is the place where the cool hang out! (http://www.lyrics007.com/Sir%20Mix-A-Lot%20Lyrics/Posse%20On%20Broadway%20Lyrics.html)
i'll fight you. you wanna fight? no, really, i don't wanna fight. i did wanna tell you that i had a hurricane the other night at pj's. they don't have hand grenades though. but they weren't like the real hurricanes from pat o'reillys - they looked more like sex on the beach or a fuzzy navel or some other fufu drink.
by the way, fuck your cat, man. is that the one that likes to sport the tube sock neckwear?
Yeah, Brody's a fucking fashion slave. And if I could fuck him I would, but he runs fast and plus we're out of Crisco.
Seriously dude-a-lude, lik-m-aid and everclear, we should try it!
I didn't knoew there was a pussy that could outrun you, billy. i guess anything's possible, though.
i'll start looking for lik-m-aid
Why do you think I like to run ....fast...
To look for lik-m-aid quickly?
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