today at coffee Brooksy pointed out the bee-ate-les on a little insert in the paper. before i could point out that Elvis was the fifth bee-ate-le i got Maxwell's Silver Hammer stuck in mah head. nothing on earth can make a guy feel so creepy as to be out and about and realize he's enjoying humming that jaunty tune. still
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ugh! then i helped my sister uncover her car. it took forever and her husband's crazy (but wow am i thankful for it) driving to get it out. everyone was nice, though and we ran up and down the street helping people get out of the burms as needed.
by the time i got home my pants were frozen solid up to the knees. literally solid. they made a thumping sound when knocked on them
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