houston, we're having problems with matt
I have been a very busy boy as of lately. Posting has become extinct this past week. I just didn't want to share my experiences. Others might get jealous.
This past week I found out that I'll be working in Mission Control. I have never ever been more shocked in my life. "Houston, Matt is screwing something up."
I talked to The Girl for almost an hour. She probably misses me so much.
I'm going to be a model! Maybe. Doubtful. At the mall the other day some girl (very pretty girl) stopped me and my roommate and asked if we would try out for some model agency. I swiftly said no. He on the other hand is a sucker for any pretty girl. "You'll never see her again." So as a result of him being a push over I ended up taking a model shot picture. I'm number 82, don't vote for me. It was another government id photo shoot. No smile.
For Burd's birthday I bought him some space ice cream from the gift shop. He giggled like a little school boy.
Sunday I was a painter instead of a sunday schooler. Hope mom doesn't read this. The desk, dvd shelf, and small table all were painted black. The random colors had to go.
Travel plans are set in stone. I fly out on 9-11. If anyone blinks on my flight I will kick their butt.
Still no news from suspenders. I think he heard of the blog and is staying away from me.
Michael Scott: Oh God a minivan. What is Merideth's problem!?
Jim: Well I think she has a kid.
Michael Scott: Yeah, she has one kid, no husband...she's not going to find one driving this thing around.
-The Office
In 1900 what was the average age at death in the US?
Last entry's answer was Switzerland.
8 comments:
I'm going to guess 48.
Dwight: Where are we going?
Jim: We're going to Chuck E. Cheese.
Michael: Chuck E. Cheese? Oh god, I'm so sick of Chuck E. Cheese.
Jim: We're going to the hospital, Michael.
Michael: I know, just saying.
I think you should be a male model, like Derek Zoolander and Hansel. How many male models can say they work at NASA?
Mission control! That't hot. You'll definitely get coffee-girl with that one. Or "The Girl." Really, any girl. I'd probably dig that line. First, I wouldn't believe you. Then, I'd dig it once I knew it was true.
Glad you're back by the way. I'm becoming a bit blog-dependent.
I guess 42.
i think 35.
How about 56? Who knows...
He he. These comments remind me of a joke:
Have you heard the one about the group of prison inmates who puzzled a visitor to their grim penitentiary? 'Thirty-nine,' shouted one, and the rest rolled around in laughter. 'Fourteen,' said another, and more guffaws ensued.
A guard explained that these bored long-termers had simply assigned numbers to their favourite jokes, as an easy way to entertain each other and pass the time. But the now-enlightened visitor noticed that one prisoner, although he shouted 'forty-three and 'seven' with gusto, never got a laugh. 'Oh,' said the guard, 'that's old Gus. He just doesn't know how to tell a joke.'
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