Le sigh… this kid will be a rockstar and chick magnet…
I would like V to be my friends, because after a good long day of pushing people’s buttons we could spend a quiet evening in the backyard blowing shit up. I also have a feeling she would enjoy drunk welding. Mm.
Dialogue this morning “Shall we do this as a team?”
“Well, last time I did do it all by myself.”
“I guess that give the lower moral ground, huh?”
“I also did it twice.”
“*AND* I’m emasculated. Right, Better get to work.”
Imagine you are the 911 dispatcher on this phone call:
“Hi I have an intruder in my house?”
[yelling] “Please don;t point that thing at my face.”
“Oh Hang on a sec [away from phone] But you see, it’s more effective when it’s pointed at your face.”
It’s things like this that restore my faith in humanity. I love my friends.
Todd Blair, on e of the nicest and smartest freaking guys you’d ever want to man your welder, has had a very bad accident. Send love and cash if you can.
…readin ur blog posts. Catching up on rss feeds, Owch. The internet is not as vast a wasteland as I might have expected today.