The Handsome One and I have taken a brief high-ate-us (high-hate-us?). Call it a marathon weekend taper, or call it just the new apartment move in and slow downs, or call it the one week till Veterans Day jitters, or call it the end of Daylight Savings Time sleepies, or call it the Rogan Josh on the toilet so I can't blogs, or call it gloat like a bloated eskimo on seal blubber cause we wrote 100 stupid posts, or call it a super bobsled run with no breaks...whatever. We'll be back Monday with thoughts on all sorts of stuff, but for now, in the infamous words of the black dude combing the desert in Space Balls,
"WE AIN'T GOT SHIT!"
wait, that's not even the line, is it? ahhhhhh, fuckit.
3 comments:
The line is actually "We ain't found shit!" and you have to make this hilarious fed up with the "Man" face while sayin it. It is pretty similiar to the face that Travis America's Ex Girlfriend.....i mean the caveman from the GEICO Commercials makes at the dinner table.....
Also state the line in the accent of the Jive talking grandmother from the Airplane! movies.
If my mamory serves me right, you told me your hiatus (read: Hi, fellate us) was due to a couple of days counseling a friend regarding the advent of "Plan B" (not the LES bar)....and that for some reason, not EVERYONE believes your theory regarding the 'pull-out' method conspiracy. Or wait, maybe that was me. Fuck.
fuck indeed baldernuts. no, i think i was in plan b last week. great bathrooms in that place by the way.
HANDSOME...i'll have the roassth duck with the mango salstha, pleassth. love it!
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