Jun 01, 2005 18:47
26 pages.
Granted, a lot of that was editing and not actual writing, but don't yuck my yum, people.
Hey, that's another good one for a t-shirt: DON'T YUCK MY YUM.
Speaking of, here are some other ideas I've come up with for my t-shirt company:
GEEK
NERD
BIOTCH
CORPORATE WHORE
30 IS THE NEW 29
GEEK CHICKS RULE
I HEART NERDS
I HEART MY GAY BOYFRIEND
I HEART CARBS
STOLI BOLI, SWEETIE DARLING
PHONETARD
TECHTARD
CAN'T TALK, COMING DOWN
UGGS = UNCOOL
THE FRESHMAKER
1/4 JAMIROQUAI
COAC-HELL-A
I HEART EMO BOYS
SAUCY MINX
DATING IN YOUR THIRTIES IS LIKE PARKING. ALL THE GOOD ONES ARE TAKEN AND THE ONLY ONES LEFT ARE HANDICAPPED.
CARB-PHOBIC
GAYBOYLICIOUS
SAN FRANTASTIC
ASPIRING PROFESSIONAL BEARD
SLUT: MY EX’S NEW GIRLFRIEND (written like a dictionary definition)
TOM, I'LL BE YOUR NEXT BEARD (a play on the I’LL HAVE YOUR BABY, BRAD shirt)
SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY!
SHOW ME! SHOW YOU! KIKKOMAN!
OK, so some of them I flagrantly stole. Some of them I actually made up on my own.
Now that I've met my writing goal for the day, I'm going to go be even more productive and whittle away at the shows hogging up hard drive space on my Tivo while I eat dinner (sashimi and edamame -- making it myself). And for dessert: real Mrs. Fields chocolate chip cookies (you can get them in the frozen food section of the grocery store).
humor,
food