LOL

my blog is asking me if I want to follow it. silly blog.
life is not exciting here in my little town. (Which is not as little as all that, as you will know if you read my profile.) well, scratch that. I'm sure someone in my "little town" is having fun SOMEplace. probably in greenwich village or something. (Okay, I gave it away. sue me.) or someones stumbling around a dark alley hungover and they're thinking, "oh, how cooool is this I'm druuuunk at 3:00 in the morning" and the building superintendent goes, "ehhh crazy kids." because he's going blind. That probably explains why he's sweeping a rain puddle. Drunk Person: "whaddya taaaalking about I'm forty siiiix." Super: (sweeping the guys face) "heh heh heh why don't you come in for some milk and cookies" (creepy laugh) DP: "whaddya taaaalking about whyre you ouuuuut here it's 3:00 in the mooooorning" (laughs hysterically) Super: "ah you crazy kids it's 9:15 in the morning" DP: "HOLY SHIZ MY WIFE'S GONNA KILL ME!!!" then the drunk guy stumbles off.
okay, okay, I guess I shouldn't joke about that sort of thing. I apologize to anyone who is offended. ...but it was funny, wasn't it? ADmit it. you LIKED it. go on. you're smiling now. (nudge nudge) see?