isn’t it nice of my little brother to leave us a recipe for vegan cookies? i didn’t know you needed a recipe to make vegan food. thought it was just dirt and twigs and stuff.
what was a talking about? oh yeah, portland. i forgot to say while i was drunk [after i had eaten a huge piece of cow flesh, josh] i accidentally called Lance “Lloyd.” i thought that was the funniest thing ever. and so henceforth, he is Lloyd to me. make it so. long story short, didn’t sleep that night either, ended up going home a day early because i was bored, i was glad to do so. got home, went to bed immediately.
from mr. snotty, here’s a link to a story about french food. those silly french. and there was somehow some tiny little slam against france in the show on friday. remember i went to see my fair lady? i don’t remember at what point, but colonel pickering sad something about never knowing whether or not the french were on your side. something not usually in the script. the theatre loved it. everyone clapped. i didn’t. what do you expect from them. as eddie izzard said, sometimes they are a little spiky and a little french. [eddie izzard likes the french. i don’t want to malign his good name. i may want to do other things with him, tho.] it doesn’t matter because in my little world, we are not going to war. i think, in my little world, sadam is going to get the killer flu. and bush will have to concentrate on something else. there’s a lot of peace and love, in my little world. unless you piss me off. and then you shall be punished. but most likely it’s going to be a time out. or you are sent to bed with no dessert.
if you did not read last week’s tard blog you really must. check out the story entitled #5: Tyrell has problems with referees. that story made me laugh out loud. and i laughed for about 10 minutes afterwards.
i was going to tell you a story about my mother. but i’m bored already. i’ll tell you the story tomorrow.