Double Magic
Last night’s Chipotle and a strong cup of coffee both cast spells on me this morning. I crapped so much that I saw my soul.
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Today I borrowed my mom’s husband’s truck, bought a couch, delivered it, unwrapped it, returned the truck, helped my mom’s husband clean the basement for his upcoming asbestos abatement, came home, and took all of the packaging from the couch and all of the empty boxes from Cake Woman’s and my moves outside.
Superdickery
I thought Superman was okay. I didn’t expect it to turn into a pirate movie at the end, and it was kind of weird to suddently have Johnny Depp show up, but maybe I shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the middle. It might have made more sense if I could have actually seen Lex Luthor call up the pirates to fight Superman for him. But then, it wasn’t very Supermanish at the end — I mean, he wasn’t even there. Really, it was like one of those dreams where you’re trying to do one thing and you can’t quite do it, and then all of a sudden you’re at your old elementary school and you’re trying to return a book or something but you can’t find the library and there are Cthulu pirates.
I Put On My Robe And Wizard’s Hat
Cake Woman wanted to find a place to hang up her robe, so I started singing the BloodNinja exchange to her, assuming that she had actually been on the internet at some point in her life. She had not, so she looked at me like I was fucking crazy.
Who’s the crazy one now? Huh? Huh?
Say it!
HAARRRRRR!!!!!
How Was Work?
Zach left early because of some mysterious fumes from the third floor. He really missed out because after he left my spirit animal came and showed me the truth of everything. It was amazing. He sounded just like Johnny Cash.
Smells Like White Trash Welfare
A week or so ago Cake Woman gave me a bag of baby spinach to eat. Needless to say, I was unable to consume a large enough quantity of sammiches and salads to use up a bag of raw spinach. Not wanting it to go to waste, I decided to cook it up, greens-style. It turned out okay for something that I literally just threw into a pan and ate, so the last time that I went to the store I decided that I should get some greens for realZ and try to do it up southern-style. Cake Woman has banned pork, so I didn’t pick up any swine knuckles or other waste meat to simmer down, but a bucket of garlic, some green onions, and a New Mexico (Anaheim, Hatch, whatevs) pepper rounded out the fixins’.
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Happy 4th of July and Shit
I had the day off from work and class, so I slept late. I hung out near Cake Woman a bit. Then I went to the Keathly’s for the final push. Lisa and Stan had hurriedly dumped my stuff into boxes, so for the most part I just picked up what they had packed and brought it to Anoka.
Comes with leopard print seats
jessepmullan: if I ever own a car company, we will release an OMG edition
paul: ha ha ha
paul: Mullan OMG
paul: i want a Mullan OMG
jessepmullan: The Mullan Leopard OMG
jessepmullan: You can order it with the Z package
jessepmullan: but if you want the OMGWTFBBQ package you can’t get the Z package
jessepmullan: the Z package is for racing
What About the BOUS?
The Balls Of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist.
The other day when I was sick I watched the Princess Bride. Is it just me or is practically every line in that movie quotable?