So, I was at WalMart the other day and all the big-ass bags of Halloween candy were incredibly cheap. So I picked up a mixed bag of Reeses goodies - Reeses Pieces (yum), regular ol’ peanut butter cups (very few things are BETTER than these), Reese FastBreaks (decently chewy), and…inside-out-reeses. Peanut-buttery…stuff, on the outside, chocolatey…stuff, on the inside. These are WRONG. Just plain…wrong.
The big problem? All my hallmates agree, so I’ve now got a big bag of candy noone wants.
That’s very generous of you!
Actually, though, it looks like there’s gonna be a Philly Doper Dinner, so I think we’re going to go to that instead.
I listened to my new friend Matt vent about his feelings on his relationship… I know how he feels, believe me. 
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
No, I’m not laughing at your problem… not at all! 
I saw little Ian doing the “peepee dance” on Sunday, but he denied it when I asked if he had to go to the bathroom. But when Frances asked him not a minute later, he said he did… little kids, what can you do?
By the way, how does the “peepee song” go?
Strip Musical Chairs?
I want to know too! I must learn this song!
I write haiku now.
I ate garlic bread for tea.
It was rather nice.
I have work to do.
Must learn how to search a tie.
It’s a long story.
Pringles on my desk.
Funny man with a moustache.
Eat his salty load.
Reading last haiku.
Tick disturbed implicitly.
Goes to hide in shame.
:eek:
I will never be able to look at the Pringles dude in the same way ever again.
Well, there really are no words set in stone. Sometimes I sing “I really have to peepee; I really have to peepee” over and over to the tune of “Straighten Up and Fly Right.”
Usually I just scat.
They lied.
But, for obvious reasons, we won’t discuss it.
I hate my boss. I also hate one of my co-workers who, for some reason, thinks I just adooooore her. No, bitch, you suck and I hate you.
I watched Spirited Away the other night and, verily, it ruled hardcore. I also know that I’ll forget to take it back to the rental place by Friday, thus I will be incurring a late fee. Late fees suck. What sucks worse is my memory.
Currently, I’m listening to Motorhead and wondering how Lemmy plays a guitar that freaking fast.
My sinuses are killing me.
Kittens are cute.
I am happy Lost is on TV tonight … please, Og, don’t let it be prempted for ANYTHING!
It was the amphetamines. Lots of them.
You know, I thought that might be it. Or maybe he draws special guitar-playing powers from all of those enormous warts. Either way, “Ace of Spades” is a damn good song to blow your speakers out with.
That crummy Chinese buffet last night had a big neon sign that said “Regular” in big cursive letters and I’m not sure why.
But doesn’t “scatological” mean… Oh, never mind.
I may not fail my assignment after all. Hurrah! Bloody police…
I had something I wanted to post, but it wasn’t really deserving of its own thread. Then I remembered this thread, and realized it’d be the perfect place to post it.
I realized that while I was in the company cafeteria, grabbing a meatball sandwich. I took it back to my desk, ate it, and came in here to post my not-deserving-of-its-own-thread post.
Now I can’t remember what it was.
Obvious conclusion: Meatball sandwiches make you dumb.
It rained in my kitchen last night.
Obvious new insult: “Dumber than a meatball sandwich.”