It's 84 degrees... do you know where your brain is?
I know where mine is. It's sitting on a porch enjoying a frosty beverage and some seven-layer bean dip. There's definitely music. Maybe a little VaCo, some Agents, moe., Sublime. In my brain, this is the happiest I could possibly be. The trouble is, the head which houses said brain is actually in a seventh floor office in Dupont Circle.
I'm taking comfort in the fact that I have a window which actually opens, but it's just not the same. If you need to find me tonight, I'll be in front of my computer making the Front Porch Playlist so that next time this happens, I'll be fully prepared and in my car on the way to Goshen faster than you can say "pass the chips."
I'm taking comfort in the fact that I have a window which actually opens, but it's just not the same. If you need to find me tonight, I'll be in front of my computer making the Front Porch Playlist so that next time this happens, I'll be fully prepared and in my car on the way to Goshen faster than you can say "pass the chips."
posted by lunchbox at 3:26 PM
7 Comments:
pass the chips!!!
what do i get???
Funkmeister were you drunk when you decided to comment? I don't get it...
So I said to him, "Pass the Sunchips, Cracker!"
And he said, "Cracker, pleaze!"
And I said, "Cracker whaaaat?!"
and i quote
"I'll be fully prepared and in my car on the way to Goshen faster than you can say "pass the chips"'
i said it fast, what do i get??
That's our word, you can't use that..
"It's okay, I have some white friends, and they're cool with it."
This is what you get when you put wiffleball tony in charge of the country
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