Nov 28 2008
Tweets: Plotting to Wreck Bobby Flay’s Home
Urgent. Will die without reading.
- 14:27 I got thick bangs and Henry hates them. SUCCESS.#
- 16:59 http://twitpic.com/o125 – Object of Henry’s hatred #
- 11:09 ♪♫ Listening to “Springtime Out The Van Window” by Anthony Green on @Favtape http://tinyurl.com/5af5z6
- 16:13 Henry to Chooch: Remember when your mother doesn’t do anything? #
- 01:00 I wish Bobby Flay would challenge ME to a throwdown. I’d take it to the bedroom. Holla! #
- 01:09 Listening to Chuck Mangione’s Feel So Good & Henry said “o the days of having sex to this song.” I yelled YOU DID? He exasperatedly said no. #
- 01:12 Henry has me Googling gruyere substitutes. Oh, the things we silly kids do. While listening to Chuck Mangione. #
- 01:13 ♪♫ now u can be listening to C-Mang, too @Favtape tinyurl.com/6dmjr4 #
- 01:20 Henry just orgasmed into a container of sage and murmured, “I love the smell of sage.” Now he’s sad because I said it smells like a disease. #
- 11:57 I’m so glad that Chooch thinks that all parades are asshole parades. I never should have made that damn shirt. #
- 11:58 Look Chooch, here comes Santa – the biggest asshole of them all. #
- 12:03 I am thankful that I haven’t had a donut with my coffee for so long because now that I am, it tastes that much better. #
- 17:51 What. Henry left me alone in the house while he went to pick up his mom and there is a timer going off IN THE KITCHEN. #
- 18:44 My ass just changed the channel to 666. My bro said “well if ur gonna do that, can u at least put on the BET Awards?” #
- 18:47 Apparently my bro was tutoring kids at a Baptist church but quit after some of them had sword fights with crowbars next to his car. #
- 19:34 The bane of my existence is the act of existing. #
- 19:42 Hello. We still haven’t eaten our obligatory Thanksgiving dinner yet. #
- 22:00 It has been decided that Henry quit the beverage biz to become a pro thanksgiving dinner cooker. #
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Henry just orgasmed into a container of sage and murmured, “I love the smell of sage.” Now he’s sad because I said it smells like a disease. #
oh, henry.
it’s a good thing he CAN cook or else he’d have already lost you to bobby.
i love the bangs! haha you should call them your ‘fuck-off-henry-bangs’
make sure to announce this to everyone and name drop it a lot.
“do you like my fuck-off-henry-bangs? These are my fuck-off-henry-bangs. Yeah I told the girl I wanted fuck-off-henry-bangs and it turns out she cuts fantastic fuck-off-henry-bangs. I wanted to convey this exact message… you know, the message that only fuck-off-henry-bangs can convey. A complete success, I think, these fuck-off-henry-bangs”
I live for these comments. I made Henry read it and he was trying so hard not to smile. He loves attention!
I owe you an email. I’m hoping to have some quiet time today so I can make that happen.
I really am the best commenter on your blog. I say this unabashedly and in it’s way, proves my point.
TRY AND ARGUE IT
hahaha
Tell Henry I am getting my own fuck-off-henry-bangs. It’s such a great, fresh look
Those bangs are cuuuuuute!!
Thank you! I really like them. I was worried the next day that they weren’t going to go right for me, but they’ve been managable so far.
Well, I like them. I wonder what he hates about them?
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