Some stuff
Okay. So right now I'm sitting on a turtle bean bag that's also like, like uh frog, and I forget it's name, but it's Anna's, and it's cool. I'm sitting on Anna's stuff because I'm actually at Anna's right now. Helpin' her get packed up and whatnot. It's actually pretty sad because she's leaving tomorrow, in the morning, for school. It's not actually that far away, but it's probably farther away than how far away she is right now from me . . which is like a foot away.
So. That's pretty sad.
And now I'm kinda depressed.
But when I got here, there were melon balls. Which I've actually never had before! I wonder how they make melon balls. Anna says they make them using this metal scooper, she's got one upstairs. She says she could show me the art of melon balling. It's more of a science, actually. That's pretty good.
I'm actually dictating right now. Anna's typing. The last few sentences were all her. She's a fast typer. And really hot. Check out those knockers, I mean, DAMN! I'm a much slower typer. Haha. Ha ha. Bronchial. Anna will miss the bronchial laugh. She says I'm the only one who can pull it off. If other people tried the ol' bronk, they would be too gross and she would run from the potential risk of flem. She knows my bronchial is safe. Phew.
Tootles the Turtle Frog. I tell you, you should know.
Well, I guess that's all for now, except to say that Jordan called, but I called him. He said he'd call again but he'll probably forget because that's what Jordan does. He's a forgetter. He's all, "yeah, I love calling you and being cool" but turns out he's not that cool and he never calls you. He was joking and said that he didn't ever want to see Anna again. Jokes are supposed to be funny, you know? Like here's a joke. . .
Knock knock
Who's there?
Lettuce
Lettuce who?
Lettuce in, it's cold out here!
See? HILARIOUS. FUCKING HILARIOUS. The non-Anna joke was not nearly as funny. Jordan should NOT go into comedy. He's too farty and overly-dramatic. Anna's typing mostly all of this. She's funny. A lot funnier than Jordan. Psh. By a long shot.
That's pretty good. I think that's it. Ta ta. That's another name for boobies. Tatas. I wonder how that came to be. Was someone leaving but needed a little extra breast before they left? Was it code? Like, "I'm leaving" but the code was "meet me underneath the chestnut tree!"
So . . . "ta ta".
So. That's pretty sad.
And now I'm kinda depressed.
But when I got here, there were melon balls. Which I've actually never had before! I wonder how they make melon balls. Anna says they make them using this metal scooper, she's got one upstairs. She says she could show me the art of melon balling. It's more of a science, actually. That's pretty good.
I'm actually dictating right now. Anna's typing. The last few sentences were all her. She's a fast typer. And really hot. Check out those knockers, I mean, DAMN! I'm a much slower typer. Haha. Ha ha. Bronchial. Anna will miss the bronchial laugh. She says I'm the only one who can pull it off. If other people tried the ol' bronk, they would be too gross and she would run from the potential risk of flem. She knows my bronchial is safe. Phew.
Tootles the Turtle Frog. I tell you, you should know.
Well, I guess that's all for now, except to say that Jordan called, but I called him. He said he'd call again but he'll probably forget because that's what Jordan does. He's a forgetter. He's all, "yeah, I love calling you and being cool" but turns out he's not that cool and he never calls you. He was joking and said that he didn't ever want to see Anna again. Jokes are supposed to be funny, you know? Like here's a joke. . .
Knock knock
Who's there?
Lettuce
Lettuce who?
Lettuce in, it's cold out here!
See? HILARIOUS. FUCKING HILARIOUS. The non-Anna joke was not nearly as funny. Jordan should NOT go into comedy. He's too farty and overly-dramatic. Anna's typing mostly all of this. She's funny. A lot funnier than Jordan. Psh. By a long shot.
That's pretty good. I think that's it. Ta ta. That's another name for boobies. Tatas. I wonder how that came to be. Was someone leaving but needed a little extra breast before they left? Was it code? Like, "I'm leaving" but the code was "meet me underneath the chestnut tree!"
So . . . "ta ta".