Friday, October 16, 2009

Pizza Night at the Cousins of Somewhat More Determinate Number

It's pizza night at the Cousins of Somewhat More Determinate Number. We're drinking cheap pinot, eating homemade pizza, and listening to hardcore punk. That is just how the COSMDNGS roll. The g and s in that acronym are a classified secret known only to me, Pinko Punko, and certain high-level government appointees. I would dearly love a Genius-sized Big Wheel. I was watching some hilarious keyboard cat, and realized that this would satisfy a lot of of my nutritional and exorcisational necessities. I may have to go make one. You can ask Adorable Girlfriend, I've built some pretty cool shit AKA my bed, out of Congolese mahogany shipping containters. So I'm clearly a dedicated recycler, ladies. At some point in this, you may wonder what the point of this here bloggio was, or is, and to which I can only respond with, which blog have you been reading? The ones in which I get bizarrely randomly insensically emo or the ones in which I get bizarrely randomly insensically tardiloquent about my roommate, Helob the Tarantula.

7 comments:

mdh said...

everyone loves an own goal.

Snag said...

Sing it, brother.

Kathleen said...

I think "come see my bed, which I made by hand out of recycled mahogany Congolese shipping containers" is possibly both the awesomest and creepiest pickup line ever.

Von said...

This post makes my brain hurt.

Chuckles said...

Looks like I've met my owl goal with both Kathleen and Von.

Von said...

Your owl goal? Does owl goal = evil plot?

Chuckles said...

You should always participate with Owl Surveys, Von. The next one just might save your life. More on this topic tomorrow.