The 4:40's
Why is it that every day, exactly at 4:40, I have a nervous breakdown?
We will return to our regularly scheduled blogging program tomorrow. Unless I'm struck by some sort of genius idea this evening. It sucks too: My friend Mike and I spent all morning coming up with Pornos named after Broadway Musicals, and like ASSHOLES, we both closed our IM windows. Now, the only ones I can remember are the "Pro-Deucers" (not unrelated to "Andrew Lloyd Webber's 'Shats!'"), "Phantom of the Cockera", "Bring in Da Boys, Bring in Da Spunk", "The Sound Of Pubic", and "You're A Good Fuck, Charlie Brown". On 78th thought, maybe it's best we leave that one to the digital underworld.
Take it sleazy, I'm about to slip into the 4:55 "Uncontrollable Urinings" and then go home and slip into something more comfortable.
We will return to our regularly scheduled blogging program tomorrow. Unless I'm struck by some sort of genius idea this evening. It sucks too: My friend Mike and I spent all morning coming up with Pornos named after Broadway Musicals, and like ASSHOLES, we both closed our IM windows. Now, the only ones I can remember are the "Pro-Deucers" (not unrelated to "Andrew Lloyd Webber's 'Shats!'"), "Phantom of the Cockera", "Bring in Da Boys, Bring in Da Spunk", "The Sound Of Pubic", and "You're A Good Fuck, Charlie Brown". On 78th thought, maybe it's best we leave that one to the digital underworld.
Take it sleazy, I'm about to slip into the 4:55 "Uncontrollable Urinings" and then go home and slip into something more comfortable.
posted by Michelle Collins on
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
