XDD!

attack of the sillies
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world’s worst song

August 27th, 2011


Andrew’s reaction as well, actually.

crack reporting

August 27th, 2011

I’m watching CNN International, laughing at the reporter in NYC who’s talking about the “minimal flooding” as she steps into an inch of water in a minor puddle, the only one she could find on the street she’s reporting from. omfg.

secret phrase

August 25th, 2011

The secret phrase of the day, provided by Andrew’s dream-induced murmurings, “The resin is being hyped.” That is all. rofl

the joys of cat ownership

August 23rd, 2011

Ahh, nothing like a thorough litter box cleaning to wake you up in the morning.

topical

August 22nd, 2011

So, I found some different language-learning audio books for Andrew. He browsed to the Scottish Gaelic folder, chose a file at random, and we both fell out of our chairs as the narrator said, “Now, I shall share phrases that will allow you to enter a pub, and choose a drink of your choice.” Andrew pumped his fists victoriously, I was too busy laugh-crying to listen.

as she wishes

August 19th, 2011

Text to roommate: “So, are the bike tires in the living room dead-dead, or just mostly-dead? Can they still blave?”

blues

August 19th, 2011


And now, a silly flashback from the 80s.

NEIIIIIN!

August 17th, 2011

Okay, watching the Star Wars series in German is highly entertaining.

him go thataway

August 16th, 2011

Andrew had a glazed look on his face after work. We’d just visited the tobacco shack via car for his goodies. “The car’s that way,” I pointed in the complete opposite direction. He started lumbering that way. I walked quickly towards the proper direction. He caught on a moment later when he noticed I wasn’t with him. “Wher–wha? AUGH!” *snickers*

face off

August 10th, 2011

One of the most surreal moments in the last few days was a stripper-friend bouncing up to me, giving me a look, chirping, “Wow, you’re prettier than I remember,” and flouncing off. I didn’t say it but what was in my mind in response was, “Thanks, your face is rather inoffensive as well!” just as perkily.