"What? Aren't you supposed to be walking your borrowed dog?"
"Don't stay on the computer too long. I don't want you to step on your dick again. Athough how you can step on something so small but there you go."
"What? Yes I saw that Walker is going after tenure. I don't care. I can retire. Let me soak here you numbnuts. Later you can shave my feet."
"Oh and make some pancakes."
"Now let me sit here and dream about Bissage for a while. He was wonderful. He never betrayed me like all the rest. Those filthy stooges."
"AND GET OFF OF THE COMPUTER!!!!!"
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Bissage died for our sins.
Sorry, I have not been my usual chatty self. I am dealing with a slowly dying MacBook computer. I often feel that someone else is controlling it and I waste hours trying to circumvent problems.
I'm writing this from my iPhone.
Sorry to hear it Chickie.
I hate Mac. I am a PC guy. Even though I go through them like Elizabeth Taylor goes through husbands.
Whatever happened to lawnboy anyways?
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