Ouch. I hate it when that happens.
I had a dream last night that Gwyneth Paltrow had the hots for me. This was much better than the dream in which Oscar Wilde was hitting on me. I have a lot of dreams about celebrities, now that I think about it. Most of the time, though, the celebrities are a major disappointment.
I have had a number of dreams in which I am trying to help a celebrity accomplish a simple task (make their plane on time, change a tire on their car, etc.) and they turn out to be woefully incompetent. I wonder what this means.
I want a T-shirt with this picture on it.
(Found here)
Good question: "I have a very important question. How high is South Fork River supposed to get tonight?" Mays asked the 911 operator.
"A truck hauling hay caught on fire... The driver tried to put out the fire by using the wind and swerving going down the freeway."
Mash-up songo. I just like it.
Afe from Australia commented on my blog over the weekend. This marks the first time (I think) that I have heard from someone in Australia.
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Ringing 911 and asking for help in a round-about kind of way! What a polite guy! Imagine him stuck in a house fire..
"Excuse me, erm, I don't mean to take up your precious time but how much of my house has to burn down before I can trouble you for a fire engine? Don't worry, I won't need it for long"
Ouch. That Stripes/JayZ bastard has raped my poor innocent ears.
I apologize to your ears, Lucy.
"...the best thing to do is stay on dry land." Duh.
Thanks for the National Archives link. Will go back when I have more time.
Hey. I'm the first Aussie. Hooray.
I had some weird sex dream the other night, and Lenny Kravitz was there.
Hmm.
Was he asking if you were going to go his way?
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