It's Sunday Which Means in a Few Short Hours My Life Will Officially Be Over
Until Friday that is.
I've been trying to think up a mean blog about my night with Cindy Lou and Roy Hobbs. I couldn't come up with anything though. Well I did come up with something and although it was hilarious it was also quite mean. I couldn't do it. I was afraid Cindy would think I was serious and cry. I of course would then try to apologize but she would refuse to accept my apology and thus would begin the the biggest blogger war of all time. I know where she lives, she knows my favorite hang out, this could get pretty dangerous. It would be like a scene from west side story. All her blogger buddies would show up at my hang out ready to throw down in the name of Cindy Lou, all my friends would scream and run away. Not good. She and her gang would be the jets, since I can't remember the name of the other gang I would get stuck with some crappy name like, the spanky bottom girls. This would really suck since half of my gang would be men. Drat. Why do men have to be so high pitched?
For the life and times of Cindy Lou click on the Sometimes I Just Talk link on your left. Enjoy.
In other news my cousin keeps calling. I made a promise that he apparently expects me to keep. Crap. Gotta go.
Ramblings of TerraT @ 2:12 PM
15 Judgements:
We could have a rumble just like in the Outsiders! Can I be Ponyboy?
Now I'm dying to hear what you were going to say. All I could come up with was some stupid line about you using your boobs to get attention...
Hell as long as I can be in the middle. And CL I would be Ponyboy. Pick another guy. You ccan be Soda. There is nothing wrong with using the boobs as weapons or just to get attention. Just me it is ok by me.
Hey I was NOT using my boobs to get attention! That was Roy Hobbs! His boobs... not mine, or maybe it was yours?
Actually the original post involved a cat fight, drunken driving, a double-cross where you and Roy got me arrested for being drunk in public, and then of course my vow for revenge. Mwah hah hah.
Oh, there may have been some curse words involved. It was quite funny.
Oh Roy, that guy ALWAYS uses his boobs to get attention.
Yes, my boobs do get a lot of attention. If there was a cat fight between you two, I would definately not get in the middle. I would console both you between the rounds with my friend Patron.
You could always try to break up the fight by hosing us down... or pushing us into a puddle of mud... or throwing baby oil on us.
Ha Ha
I prefer a good coating of J-ELLO shots. MMMMM u two coated with J-ELLO shots. Heck Bill Cosby may show up for that one.
What a waste. Any Jello shots involved will go directly into my mouth.
Trust me if I am around there is no wasted shots.
LOL. I just realized that Roy is probably way more interested in the jello shots than he is in seeing the two of us fighting. I bet if you tried to take one of the five jello shots he'd be carrying in his hand he would knock you down flat! And the lesson to be learned is: don't mess with a triple fisted mans alcohol.
Ok you guys don't get it. Let me explain. Terra stated that I could put oil or mud on you guys and I said cover you guys with J-ELLO shots. F the mud and oil. Lesson learned: 2 chicks fighting covered in J-ELLO shots = one busy Roy, with a smile on his face and J-ELLO on the lips.
Dj, I have always been taught to give whatever you do 110%. I'm not sure if those people meant drinking, but they didn't so I give my drinkng at least 120%.
ahhh, the beauty of being Mexican. Or Irish.
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Good thing I'm both.
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