On my way to Oregon
Tomas, you left sunglasses at my house. Don’t worry, I’ll bring them to you.*
* Originally un-published way back in June of 2005. Why’d I leave it draft?
Posted in random by SafeTinspector on February 2nd, 2009 |
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Hey, wait, Joe; you might as well take his hi-fi back to him as well. And, ah, his XBOX Live account.
You’ve been driving to take someone’s glasses back since 2005? How very Gump of you, “I was driving!”
It’d be great when you get there he says, ‘Nah, they’re not mine. I think they’re Steves’.
Davecat: He had a hi-fi? Miracle of modern stereo sound reproduction, complete with turntable and diamond-tipped pickup?
Rich: But… but I know not this Steve of which you speak.
I know it was a few years ago but come on man, you remember Steve. You know, STEVE.
Come on Joe, you’re losing it. Even I remember Steve.
I know you left me for that, that, that, heterosexual wife of yours but really, it’s not like I don’t exist. Give it to me… my sunglasses I mean.
See? You remember Gay Steve With The Constant Buttsexing. In fact, I believe that was his full official title.
And now you know why Davecat remembers me *wink*
Although, I’m sure my title had the word Princess in it somewhere.
OK, Steve. OK, Davecat, OK Rich.
You’ve all won complimentary rides on the semi-rigid rubberized 3cm dowel express.
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