Showing posts with label it's a crazy plan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label it's a crazy plan. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Operation "Get the Bird to Talk Like Rob"

Is coming along. Unfortunately, all I have are things that we came up with while eating moonshine peaches. The list started out kind of making sense, but I think it's digressed into a "you had to be there" kind of thing.




Working on The List



Here's a sample:

Would you like a cupcake?

Come cuddle Ruca. You're suck a good girl! (That's my dog. Gotta love my dog.)

You're not crazy. You're special!

I want to eat you for dinner.

I'm squeezing these peaches. Do you know how saturated these things are?

The texture really isn't that bad. I think I'll take another bite.

Twixx make me hot for you. (???)

Meg, bitch! Take a bite!

Meg's going for seconds.

It was juicin' out my mouth and I had to suck it back in.

Close to the seed. I'm not cool with that.

I wanna talk dirty to the peach.

And my personal favorite:

When I stand up, I think things are gonna be different.



"Just get a chunk of it in your mouth and chew!"

There's six pages of this shit. I'm going to buy a hand held tape recorder when I get paid next week and then it's going in the mail. It's a glorious plan.