me: “Wait, how exactly did I get this reputation for talking to inanimate objects?”
blog:
me: “Hello…?”
blog: “Oh, sorry, were you talking to me?”
me: “Wait, how exactly did I get this reputation for talking to inanimate objects?”
blog:
me: “Hello…?”
blog: “Oh, sorry, were you talking to me?”
actually, Boring Oregon is in the north.
I dunno, Jeff. When even your friends start to see you as nothing more than an airheaded pretty-boy, well … isn’t it time you ran as VP on the Democrat ticket, then ?
me: “No, I was talking to the f@#king dancing monkey. And Vladimir I ain’t.”
I talk to my blog all the time. Usually it involves long, colorful strings of expletives. It best not answer if it knows what’s best.
blog: “Dude, get a life.”