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this is a place for 2 *different* people to write a bunch of things that dont relate. they might not make sense either. but thats why it rocks.
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
ladies and gents, we now have titles...
so it seems that for now my name will be coming up under every post, regardless of whether or not i actually composed it. see that last post? down there? yeah, i didnt write that. not that i wouldnt want to take credit for that hulking slice of literary genius. no, im just honest. Honest like a frog.
yeah so anyway, my contribution below begins when the font becomes italic. ain't that clever? thats why i'm the OWNER of this blog, yeah u heard me. i run this joint with an iron fist. i am MONKEYTRON.
I'm also the 'B' of 'B & G'. what does the B stand for, u ask? well...it stands for monkeytron. deal with it.
PS: (nobody else look at this, this is a private message for g)
i fixed your spelling errors!!! you can thank me later buddy.
muhahaha
yeah so anyway, my contribution below begins when the font becomes italic. ain't that clever? thats why i'm the OWNER of this blog, yeah u heard me. i run this joint with an iron fist. i am MONKEYTRON.
I'm also the 'B' of 'B & G'. what does the B stand for, u ask? well...it stands for monkeytron. deal with it.
PS: (nobody else look at this, this is a private message for g)
i fixed your spelling errors!!! you can thank me later buddy.
muhahaha
that's right.. the den of socks. my den of socks conspires against me in an attempt to become holy.. holiness wears on the sole.. of my feet, or rather the heel which does not heal easily with blisters. then of course there is always the awol den member.. there in the dryer is some secret worm hole where one of those little bastards always escapes.. but escapes to where? some lucky happy hunting grounds for socks? some alternate universe where they don't huddle in dens but in blissful multitudes, sipping martinis and running free? bastards. imagine somehow transporting yourself through that worm hole in the dryer and taking back those escapees by the hundreds.. maybe thousands.. bring 'em back here and sell 'em off -back into the market! but it could be dangerous.. so many socks ganging up on ya.. not a pretty way to go.
sorry buddy, my socks aren't 21 till april 23...they sip lemonade not martinis. and mine mostly consist of toe socks, which adds a whole new level of creepiness to this whole idea.
on a more positive note, i think ive discovered the solution to all this. Ive got one word for ya chief:
DISPOSABLE SOCKS. oh yes.
sorry buddy, my socks aren't 21 till april 23...they sip lemonade not martinis. and mine mostly consist of toe socks, which adds a whole new level of creepiness to this whole idea.
on a more positive note, i think ive discovered the solution to all this. Ive got one word for ya chief:
DISPOSABLE SOCKS. oh yes.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I have to publish something to see the blog...so here it is. A post created out of necessity and not out of lurve. how sad, how tragic.
