For sale: one kidney. $700 or best offer. 2003-12-22 - 12:25 a.m.
Do you ever get those moments where you're hungry, but you don't know what you're hungry for? And then you have to sit and think about what you want to eat?
Well, upon careful consideration, I have decided I would like
-one of those Rocher chocolate-covered hazelnut thingies
-three pieces of Spam, pan-fried in olive oil
-one nice salad with tomatoes and onions
-a glass of white grape juice
Alas, I have none of those things. I also opened a box containing two unaddressed Christmas cards, some stamps, and, unfortunately, my phone bill. I kinda forgot about that. Hmmm. My mom is a last minute shopper. Maybe she'll pay my phone bill for Christmas.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
We'll just stick that lovely envelope from the company that rhymes with Horizon back in the box and forget about it. Yeah.
*tiptoes away from box*
Blargon. Perhaps I should consider heading to downtown Hickville with my flute tomorrow. People like hearing Christmas carols while they shop, right? Suuuure. Gih.