I figured I could make a blog about this or I could make a thread.
Blogs are for *** bags.
November 4th, 2009. 12:42 A.M.
The opening cowbell for The George Lopez Show (or whatever the hell that *** is called) is on repeat. I don't think he even realizes his computer is on his lap because he's really excited about Family Guy being on Adult Swim.
This excitement for Family Guy being on around the same time pretty much everyday for the past few weeks has been a common thing.
You wouldn't know he's even watching either of these though because he's on his phone. Talking to something that he might be in a relationship with. About Mr. Manhattan's penis. It's like I'm stuck in Gamestop around Madden season.
He also has the smelliest sandwich sitting in the middle of our room. The way it is on display makes me think it is some sort of trophy to him. I'd move it but I'm afraid what tribal instincts I might awake in his frail, lanky body.
I'm sure he's just paying me back for putting 3D glasses on whenever he has someone over. That's really rare though.
UPDATE: The thing on the phone has the Family Guy episode next to their phone so he can hear the jokes twice.
Formerly banned.
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This is a great thread idea.
I too will begin creepily keeping tabs on everything my roommate does.
You should read my Blog, The Wave Function Junction. This week: Chapter Thirteen, the finale, of On the Second Floor. Finale! Seriously!
PheonixDav: This is a great thread idea. I too will begin creepily keeping tabs on everything my roommate does.
What's the point? The federal government already does that for you! Wakka wakka...