this imploding heart

You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists

This isn't even the least of it, but it might be all I've got.

G walked into the bar carrying a giant head of broccolli with candles, balloons, and five one dollar bills stuck in the top of it. I recognized it immediately as something concocted by my mother. I was right. It was the dollar bills that tipped me off.

Round one: Ass Kicking! Hemoglobin!
Round two: Asses Kicked! No pies at all!

Walking to the car:

sjet: "Hey Josh! I'm going to jump you. Ready?"

joshypants with an ice cream sandwich in his hands. "Yup."

sjet: "Hiiiiiiyaaaaaaaahhhh! Drop Kick! Kidney Punch! Breakneck Judo Chop!"

josh, for some reason, suprised. "Aaaaugh! I thought you were just going to jump on me! I'm carrying ice cream here!"

sjet, as if this should be perfectly obvious: "I'm alley jumping you."

josh: "Which is obviously different than regular jumping?"

sjet: "Obviously."

Thank you, birthday pancakes. (including POW and AA and AH and TS)

Posted by Sonya at January 27, 2003 10:08 AM