Sunday, July 26, 2009

Left alone in a dark room with a mouth full of prescription

An online exchange with SilentKid about how well I'm coping with all the uncertainty in my life:

Me: Could you just go ahead and kill me now? Thanks. I appreciate it.

SilentKid: I'll be there soon. Get prepared.

Me: I'm shaving my scrotum as I type this. Wait, that's not what you meant? I have nothing of value, so it's not worth the effort to put together a last will and testament.

7 comments:

moolattegirl said...

Awkward

Native Minnow said...

FYI, I wasn't really shaving my scrotum. I tend not to like sharp objects that close to my junk.

Anonymous said...

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Amber said...

it'll get better soon, and if now, well at least you'll have a nice clean shaved scrotum

2 Dollar Productions said...

That is a really, really depressing exhange, except for the scrotum part which is more odd than depressing. Ha. Seriously, things being up in the airs sucks (at least for me), so good luck getting a few of them sorted out quickly.

kmwthay said...

Get yourself a bag of skittles. It's hard to be sad when you have skittles. But don't get that tropical flavor shit. The regular flavor solves more than you'd think.

Boxer said...

go to Costco and buy your self a king size bag of Reeses. That always helps me.