Random Musings
Bad things of a galactic scale occur if Boy of Tomorrow and I get in same general vicinity of each other. Out of consideration of not causing the multiverse to implode, we tend to communicate via IM. Behold the banality...
BoT: hey, what do you want for xmas?
TBB: a new mac book pro
TBB: a job
TBB: my mortgage paid
BoT: yeah, ok, things i can provide
BoT: think in the < $50 range
BoT: because i'm dirt poor
TBB: you needn't get me anything other than what I already have...a wonderful friendship
BoT: i'm so glad your sex change operation is going through. really, i am. it's nice to see the hormone treatment is working.
BoT: now seriously either you come up with something or i'm getting you hostess cupcakes
TBB: i prefer ding dongs
BoT: and i might replace the filling with mayo
BoT: :D
BoT: god, i would totally do that, too
TBB: your a sick sick man
BoT: you love it
BoT: so shut your pie hole
TBB: I think I'll get you a Domokun costume
BoT: ?
BoT: meh
The Boy Blunder
Posted to Other on 7 November 2007
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Why is it that whenever I, or anyone else, talks to BoT, the only certainty is that I will end up in a scary visual place?
Mayo indeed. At least he didn't threaten to fill it with his 'special sauce'.