Aug 26, 2004 23:21
"Hey there Neighbor Aber, how's about you and me get in the backseat of my car and go to Trolly Land?"
Me: You make me uncomfortable.
Devon: Eh? Hows about you and me go somewhere private and make some uncomfortable?
(make some uncomfortable? whhaa....?"
[pointing to the hole on the knee of his pants] "You see this? This isn't fake. This is the real deal. I made this hole, you know, rubbing against things with my knee, and, you know, sliding on things. A real genuine hole." (for some reason, this was meant to be impressive)
"Let's heat things up, baby
i'm asking you please
let's you and me be between the cheese
of the grilled cheese...
i'm down on my knees,
or maybe you are...."
(terrible!)
"Hey there, let's go out, get some pop, and then maybe, YOU KNOW"
(get some pop???!? hahah devon!!)
" I have rigoromortis in my left arm, so pardon me if it starts moving close to you. Yeah, I lost all control in my left arm back in 'Nam. Yep, it was a terrible tragic mining accident."
(oh, yeah, those awful, awful mines, in vietnam.)
oh, devon, you are full of laughs. mucho amore.