Wednesday, March 10, 2010
get your zoo! off of my farm! before I call the mafia!
Good day folks. Now listen here. I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR ZOO...and what I mean is that...I do not care that in your fake zoo, you raised a rabbit, and your lion made friends with the gazelle, and your rare endangered pandas had a baby that you have given to another zoo. I do not care that in your farm you found a caterpillar, I do not care that also on your farm you found a needle in a haystack and I do not care that you built a barn and painted it yellow. Nor do I care that your fake mafia killed me with a whatever gun...unless you have a real life bazooka to point at my face, I DO NOT CARE. I'm not really a make-believe kind of guy. Unless it sounds something like, "make believe I made out with a random guy at the club," or "make believe I didn't just eat that donut," OR "just make believe you look cute today." I hope that this make believe fad is over with sooner than later, but judging by the amount of people that have jumped on the bandwagon, I am guessing NO. Lovely. Who has the free time to be able to spend all day on the computer fake farming???? NOT I! Give me some of that time and I will do something more productive for the both of us, like have a beer, ok?? OK! Good night.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
introductiones numero dos
Dr. Gay I presume?
Aaaandddd you are absolutely right! How exciting are we?? I rushed home (walked briskly), twenty minutes in the dark (slightly dark, lit by street lamps) across treacherous snail-y terrain (because it was just raining and snails like to crawl on sidewalks in the dark after it rains, so you can accidently step on them and get goook on your hand me down uggs), so that I can do this intro!!! But in actuality, my phone had died at my previous location and I did not have a charger, and so I came home. And for the record, this bad boy only gets charged once every six months or so, and by "or so" I mean, if you want me you can call me on your video phoooooonnnneeee.
Aaaandddd you are absolutely right! How exciting are we?? I rushed home (walked briskly), twenty minutes in the dark (slightly dark, lit by street lamps) across treacherous snail-y terrain (because it was just raining and snails like to crawl on sidewalks in the dark after it rains, so you can accidently step on them and get goook on your hand me down uggs), so that I can do this intro!!! But in actuality, my phone had died at my previous location and I did not have a charger, and so I came home. And for the record, this bad boy only gets charged once every six months or so, and by "or so" I mean, if you want me you can call me on your video phoooooonnnneeee.
introductions
Ms. Muff here.
Let it be known that there are two authors of this Team Inappropriate blog. Dr. Gay and Miss Muffin Top (Ms. Muff for short). And although we may not be able to blog in color so as to differentiate between the two all the time (as we will be most likely blogging from our blackberries due to overwhelming ridiculous behavior in the city in which we reside...next to), we will ALWAYS tell you who we are, just like I have done so above. Cheerio old chap.
Let it be known that there are two authors of this Team Inappropriate blog. Dr. Gay and Miss Muffin Top (Ms. Muff for short). And although we may not be able to blog in color so as to differentiate between the two all the time (as we will be most likely blogging from our blackberries due to overwhelming ridiculous behavior in the city in which we reside...next to), we will ALWAYS tell you who we are, just like I have done so above. Cheerio old chap.
tadaaaaaa
and here we go folks. hang on to your bibadees. this here blog is public. let's see what we can do. ey?
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