"Right Nipple Sensitivity"
Now that mother has decided that Sam was apparently just another in a long line of guys who think they're God, she has decided to "make up for lost bottle tyme", which would explain her dissappearance.
It WOULD be nice if she checked in every couple of weeks though. I would love it if Mother brought home some Freezie Pops, or a sack of oranges. I'd also like a good multivitamin if you're reading this . . . Mother?
To pass the time, I've mostly been hanging out with Willy at his place. He has just started A BAND!! It's SO EXCITING TO "ROCK". "The mates" let me hang around while they practice!, as long as I promise to never call them " the mates", not to "dance", and not to "request any Lionel richie, OR CHICAGO!!" anymore. DONE!
Their band is called "Invisible Grampa". I don't really like the name. I would have called them, "Right Nipple Sensitivity", or "Pubies in my Rice", or something EDGY like that, but the name works for them, mostly because they dress like senior citizens, and they have this one guy, Pham, who points angrily at the imaginary crowd with a cane or walker.
It doesn't hurt that they know some Tesh.
4 comments:
I have an extra wheel chair I'll happily donate to the band if needed
hahahah too funny. I like the names you would call them. Yeah use alekx's wheelchair.
*Astrid throws some kiwi-fruit at Michel and hits his head* Sorry, shit happens all the time!
Damn, you are not even allowed to dance! Well, then "ecnad" or in other words dance in the other direction. So I am saying upside-down and from the left to the right! Oh, and charge money for it as well. Here, you can have my hat to collect your money. *Astrid hands Michel her favorite Bob-the-Builder-hat*
Good luck!!!
You have uh...sort of returned?
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