A new (terribly offensive) short that Ross, SJ, and I made. Posted on Ross' youtube because I'm above such tomfoolery. Definitely not work/family approved. ( Enjoy. )

The brother and I wrote a jingle for a local business.

"Bill Cho's
Tae Kwan Do
I hope you're not a hermaphrodite."

You're not missing any context. We drove past the business and that came out. I've been laughing my stomach muscles into spasms all night.

Not only do we look frightfully alike, we seem to have gotten the same humor gene.

Ross got a CD by The Postal Service for his birthday, which I greedily ripped this weekend. Holy shit, this stuff is bouncy. I wonder whether my roommate is bothered by my rhythmic seizures and spasms over here. Or rather, whether she would be, if she weren't out in the lounge complaining on her cellphone again.

Dear roomie, I know you don't want ( Read more... )

Along the same lines as the last one, but it doesn't really matter, because my journal does not matter ( Read more... )

I'm trying to pretend I can tollerate my brother tonight. It's not working, and I just want to bash his head in. Mom doesn't come home on Mondays and Thursdays anymore. It's completely GW's fault. Ross is freakishly needy, as a result, on Mondays and Thursdays. I am not his mother. He will never be allowed to suck my universal tit ( Read more... )