Not Interesting
A collection of thoughts and facts that are not interesting. Exclamation points are not allowed.
June 27, 2002
I have a joke;
there was a plane, that was loosing fuel fast.
They had to abort some weight in order to make it to the next landing pad.
There was an Irish fellow, a Polish gentleman, and a Mexican man.
There were about to decide who would jump out first;
by a process of racial stereotypes and crude humor.
But instead they decided to run on off into the hills of a green country-side
and happily build an apple orchard together.
Posted at 6:00 PM, by Joe.
June 26, 2002
I'm still bothered by the kid with the big forehead.
Posted at 9:23 PM, by werenotdeep.
Word of the day is "floopy."
Posted at 12:24 AM, by Imelda.
June 25, 2002
My car was egged three times. I don't park on that street anymore.
Posted at 2:35 AM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.
June 24, 2002
Talks with the big words still, but she means well.
Posted at 10:07 PM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.
Wow, it's so damn hot outside,
the eggs I threw on my neighbor's car
are sizzling right there on the windshield.
Posted at 10:06 PM, by Joe.
I've never had a hat-rack before.
Posted at 3:24 PM, by emily oi!.
It is 12:07 a.m. and you are not listening to me.
Posted at 12:07 AM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.
June 20, 2002
There's combing and brushing.
combing's more precise;
but brushing's more comforting.
Posted at 8:38 AM, by Joe.
June 19, 2002
I can't seem to identify this particular smell.
Posted at 7:36 PM, by werenotdeep.
June 18, 2002
Here's math:
pi times 1,635,478.7416914059406864218545562 = 5138008
If you enter 5138008 into a calculator and turn it upside down, it says BOOBIES.
Posted at 10:48 PM, by Joe.
No, no ... not the face (insert exclaimation point)
Posted at 7:50 PM, by Imelda.
Eep, ork
Posted at 7:49 PM, by Imelda.
June 17, 2002
The sun, of all things.
Posted at 8:30 PM, by werenotdeep.
It's not a good time to be a bad man.
Posted at 2:08 PM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.
June 15, 2002
The
The corn
It is sweet.
The corn is sweet.
It is sweet and good.
The corn is sweet.
It is good.
It's sweet.
Good.
Posted at 8:17 PM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.
Get a few buckets full of corn. Bring it home. Let's eat it.
Posted at 8:17 PM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.
Everything you'll ever need is in a jar of peanut butter and jelly.
Posted at 8:16 PM, by Imelda.
The Police said to make preparations for doing things exactly the way we've been doing them already.
Posted at 12:13 PM, by werenotdeep.
Go long.
Posted at 9:52 AM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.
June 13, 2002
Beer before wine makes you feel fine.
Posted at 11:08 PM, by Imelda.
That Earl Scruggs really knew what he was doing, eh?
Posted at 10:09 PM, by emily oi!.
They're coming.
Posted at 9:28 PM, by werenotdeep.
June 11, 2002
This peice of plastic was designed with vigorous shaking specifically in mind.
Posted at 12:40 AM, by werenotdeep.
June 10, 2002
Get it, John, get that thing before I get you. Mmmmmm...
Posted at 2:56 PM, by Joe.
No thanks.
Posted at 10:23 AM, by emily oi!.
June 09, 2002
Hello, Mr. Chump.
Posted at 11:26 PM, by Imelda.
Well, if that isn't a cake and a bottle of wine on that table. I don't really have brain cancer, by the way.
Posted at 10:17 PM, by werenotdeep.
I changed my mind about moving. It's hard.
Posted at 8:00 PM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.
June 08, 2002
Anyone else feel that defeat? Well, I guess it would only be me if it were true anyway.
Posted at 5:36 PM, by werenotdeep.
Dude, if you like look at it from this angle, it looks like a bearded woman.
Posted at 2:49 PM, by Imelda.
June 07, 2002
The Zep rocks; no one can touch the Zep.
The Zep knows all; and created it all.
And once I asked myself;
"If the Zep created it all; who created the Zep?"
This is the day I came up with the theory of perpetual Zep.
Posted at 10:19 PM, by Joe.
June 05, 2002
one click , lost in the booming roar of silence , to be forgotten when the commercial break ends .
Posted at 8:06 PM, by emily oi!.
In the fight between fast-acting & long-lasting;
I choose fast acting,
because you can just take them over and over again
for the same effect as long-lasting.
Posted at 5:42 PM, by Joe.
Don't mind the stench, it's only the decomposition of my soul.
Posted at 2:37 PM, by emily oi!.
Seeking a lonely chicken.
Posted at 2:00 PM, by Imelda.
June 04, 2002
I was once at a restaurant, and I was going to order a really big breakfast;
with
pancakes & sausage & ham & toast & coffee & pie & carrots & milk & waffles & eggs & muffins
and I told all this to the waitress;
but then I decided against it, and just ordered the eggs + toast.
Posted at 5:03 PM, by Joe.
June 03, 2002
That's the blues my naughty sweetie gives to me.
Posted at 11:53 PM, by werenotdeep.
#3 wouldn't come back right away;
#4 + 5 came back with much rest + records of various data.
There are many numbers out in the field;
and eventually they will all come back.
Posted at 2:15 PM, by Joe.
June 02, 2002
I would love your tea, thank you.
Posted at 10:45 PM, by emily oi!.
June 01, 2002
Mike's arm is broken, so he probably couldn't very effectively beat me up.
Posted at 6:27 PM, by werenotdeep.
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