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Thursday, June 29, 2006

This is how weird my world is

First of all, I have to say that what I want for dinner has to be the worst thing in the world, not really fit for human consumption, but here it is:

Double Stuf Oreos(tm) and a bag of white cheddar cheese popcorn.

Has to be DOUBLE STUF and it has to be WHITE cheddar. Not to be confused with white cheddar Oreos(tm) and Double Stuf popcorn.

I don't know why. I could guess PMS, but I don't think that's it.

Here's a whacked out photo of Brenda that she sent us recently. Comments are open. No holds barred. Ask her about her time on the Short Bus. Ask if she caught any flies in that trap. It's like she's a sleepwalking news reporter speaking into a purple microphone. Renee' and I have even wondered why it is she felt the need to send it, but then we realized: she loves abuse. Billdor craves our ill-will. So we give it freely, and we encourage this behavior in others.

I think I'm just bitter because she got to go see her friend Sina in Atlanta, and all we got is this picture as comfort. Hmph.

Renee' asked me if we could get a hippo as a pet. She said they're usually happy creatures. I was going to refute this, but then I found this as proof that she's right:

It's off cuteoverload.com, one of my favorite websites in the hole wy whirl. Here's another favorite website, it makes me happy to see so much Despair.

So yeah, good times. I'm glad my people love me in spite of my eccentricities.


Brenda said...

You know, I was going to dispute your claim that I want abuse and that is why I send photos and emails that invite it, but the more I thought about it I realized this was true. I am abjectly pathetic and needy...and...and...I am going to go find a happy place.

butidigress said...

Heart you, Brenda!! :)

majlogon said...

does anyone notice the strange similarities between the expressions in both photographs?

Or is it just me?

Obviously, I've spent too much time in the Collective.

Oh well. Resistance is futile.
Majlogon of Borg