My conscience often appears as a floating head that’s addicted to energy sodas…
January 21, 2008
Steeeeeve! Hey…don’t fergit about your mom’s birthday! After your office meetin’ here we’ll raun-dee-voo at the Savin’ Papes© Supra-mart to pick up some confetti to huck in her face when she comes home! Remember, only throw medium-hard when you are tossing things at your mom’s head…it’s only safe, seeing as her head becomes evermore jello-esque by the very day. Oh, and don’t also fergit to pick up those bottles of kiwi scented night-terror remover I ordered for her at the Health Bucket Stande…cost me FIFTY-DANG! That’s one doozy of a bottle of…hey, do you have any more Screamin’ Peach Fizzard’s left in the fridge? Man I got the shakes today, buddy…if I could get even just a medicine bottle cap of that heavenly neon stuff…OK, see ya in an hour.
