August 2011
2 posts
The Move
So my roommates and I are moving.
*Warning: a digressive message is about to follow.
I’ve known my roommates basically my entire life. One, I’ve known since kindergarten, back when he was afraid to wear shorts and I asked him why his pants were so tight. The other, I met in 6th grade. He and I shared a common bond… jr. high band.
*Warning: a digressions from the original...
Profound Thoughts
Thought 1: Why were answering machines called answering machines? Wouldn’t it have been more appropriate to call them listening machines? They never answered you when you spoke to them: “Hi answering machine. How are you doing? … Giving me the silent treatment, I see.”
Thought 2: A studdering rapper has to be amazing at producing remixes.