Not Interesting

A collection of thoughts and facts that are not interesting. Exclamation points are not allowed.


June 30, 2004

I am told that if you captivate him enough with your words and jestures, it will come to the point where he will say to you "Tell me a story. Tell me a wonderful story, and when you are done, I will give you a Pizza Taco."

Posted at 7:15 PM, by werenotdeep.



June 21, 2004

"I was playing harpsichord on the piano."

Posted at 1:16 PM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.



June 13, 2004

thirty thousand little girls can't be wrong, can they?

Posted at 7:11 PM, by emily oi!.

He has told me that he thinks it is fantastic that you will be staying at the Doughbriar Inn. I think that 'fantastic' was the precise adjective that he used.

Posted at 1:14 PM, by werenotdeep.



June 10, 2004

Beeeeautiful.

Posted at 3:56 PM, by daniel.

This post is more for the purposes of further exploring the ongoing question of whether or not I can get these posts to say my name than for anything (not) interesting. However, it might (not) interest you to know that "lobster" and "blizzard" are two words that go well together.

Posted at 3:52 PM, by daniel.



June 09, 2004

Well, I'm not saying he has a drinking problem. But I am pantomiming it.

Posted at 12:00 AM, by daniel.



June 08, 2004

The appendix is the most important organ of the body because it is the radio antenna that will tell you when Jesus returns by his awesome frequency. All the bad people who do not love Jesus, their appendixes will explode on Judgment Day because their evil appendixes will not be able to properly receive and conduct Jesusí awesome radio waves.

Posted at 7:59 PM, by werenotdeep.

Almost as fantastically unexcitable as my first post is my inability to get it to say my name. It should say daniel. I'm daniel. Hi.

Posted at 5:04 PM, by daniel.

Hi.

Posted at 5:01 PM, by daniel.

The Old Gipper is no longer chipper.

Posted at 7:23 AM, by Ozzyopolis.

I go out to my friend's and he offers me some cheese curds. I take one and bite off a piece. It squeaks. I ask him, "Is this squeaky cheese?" "What the hell is squeaky cheese?" "I don't know, it's like curds or something, but it's squeaky." "These are curds and they squeak." "So is it squeaky cheese?" "I don't know. I guess so." "It's good, the squeaky cheese." "Yes, that's why I bought it." "Where'd you get it?" "The cheese shop. It's just down the road." "I might have to get some squeaky cheese of my own." "It's on the way back, so you could get some then." Cut to this afternoon when he calls to ask if I want to go to the batting cage with him. "Sure, what time?" "Well, I get off at 4:30, but I can run some errands." "OK, how about 6:00?" "Sounds good. Did you get any squeaky cheese?" "Did you just call it squeaky cheese?" "Yeah. Did you get any?" "Yeah, I did. Are you calling it squeaky cheese now?" "I guess. Do you have a bat?"

Posted at 12:57 AM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.



June 05, 2004

Ronald Reagan just died.

Posted at 3:59 PM, by werenotdeep.



June 03, 2004

Nub dun lub me no mo'.

Posted at 7:25 AM, by Ozzyopolis.



June 01, 2004

I don't know what it is, but there's something in the air that smells like my first girlfriend from junior high. I like it.

Posted at 1:44 AM, by Eric Trondson-Clinger.



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