Last night while enjoying 'buddy nite' we started the first annual paper airplane contest. In the restaurant. Restaurants love their patrons to have fun with paper. They do. See Luke 3:14 or Corinthians such and such.
Should I mention how lame Hoagy's plane was? Or the Blondes. Should I mention mine was a sleek, dangerous flying machine? Cuz I will if you want.
Mine was a sleek, dangerous flying machine.
Should I mention our combined age is 139 years old? Should I mention we don't much care?
Should I mention that I was the clear, hands down winner of Paper Flying Projectile Day 2007?
Next Week:
Spitball Mania '07...be there or be square. Or something.
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We go to restaurants to get away from the "kids."
I almost made a paper airplane last night.
But then I didn't.
I took some paper, filled it, rolled it up, and smoked it. And I thought I was on a plane.
I dreamt I made a paper airplane at a pudding restaurant.
p.s.
Combined physical age? 139.
Combined mental age? 42.
Just sayin'.
Dear Anonymous:
Have you been into Maddog's "papers"?
Love,
Cake
spitballs? I am doomed...
Sounds like a Hitler or baseball dream.
I almost didn't.
I almost read half of this blog
BlogTard
I'd win at elastic shooting. I was the reigning champion at an old job.
I mean I could bull's eye a womp rat from my...oh no, wait, that's a movie.
Never mind.
Not a blogtard. It's my mentally retarded developmentally delayed stupid double digit I.Q. COMPUTER.
NOTE: Able to write on JOANIE'S smarter, more attractive computer....I wrote about the VERY significant issue of tuna sandwiches and it published....on JOANIE'S computer....MINE wanted nothing to do with tuna sandwiches...
So there.
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