September 25, 2010
To my anonymous web stalker...
Get a life. You obviously have some serious problems. It is comical yet sad at the same time that you anonymously post negative comments to my blog. I don't know which is worse - the fact that you have nothing better to do than obsess over what I am up to, the fact that you are completely chicken shit, or the fact that you must be a complete dumbass to think that I would let the comments be posted publicly.
September 24, 2010
Wanna get high?
Josh: "Pass the weed."
Tim: "What?!?"
Josh: "Pass the weed....to the rrriiiigggghhhhttt"
******It is now time to STOP listening to Kottonmouth Kings in the car when Josh is with me.******
Tim: "What?!?"
Josh: "Pass the weed....to the rrriiiigggghhhhttt"
******It is now time to STOP listening to Kottonmouth Kings in the car when Josh is with me.******
September 23, 2010
One Liners
Me: "What's up, chicken butt?"
Josh: "If I'm a chicken butt, you can eat me for dinner."
This is something that has been going back and forth for several weeks now.
So has this one:
Me: "Hey...Fill in the blank"
Josh: "Hey is for horses."
What have I created? Little copycat. This is my favorite and should be my most shameful, but gives me the most giggles:
Josh: "Tough titty said the kitty."
Lastly:
Me: "Josh, what do you say to pretty ladies?"
Josh: "Yo baby! What's up?"
We also give "good hugs" now. This is where you squeeze so tight a fart comes out. We usually just pretend and make a "fart" noise...usually. They are called "juicy hugs" when the real deal happens.
Josh: "If I'm a chicken butt, you can eat me for dinner."
This is something that has been going back and forth for several weeks now.
So has this one:
Me: "Hey...Fill in the blank"
Josh: "Hey is for horses."
What have I created? Little copycat. This is my favorite and should be my most shameful, but gives me the most giggles:
Josh: "Tough titty said the kitty."
Lastly:
Me: "Josh, what do you say to pretty ladies?"
Josh: "Yo baby! What's up?"
We also give "good hugs" now. This is where you squeeze so tight a fart comes out. We usually just pretend and make a "fart" noise...usually. They are called "juicy hugs" when the real deal happens.
Making a bit of a stink.
Josh: "WIPE ME UUUUPPPPP....."
Me: "Woah. You stink!"
Josh: "Yeah, I pooped. I had a lot to eat. I had all of my favorites. I pooped out all my food. Pop tarts. Cookies. Milk. A bar...and french fries."
Me: "Woah. You stink!"
Josh: "Yeah, I pooped. I had a lot to eat. I had all of my favorites. I pooped out all my food. Pop tarts. Cookies. Milk. A bar...and french fries."
September 20, 2010
Game On!
So, on our bike ride tonight my bike and I got into a fight with a stationary trash can. The trash can won. It seriously was like a remake of the scene in "Wayne's World" where Stacy (Psycho Hose Beast) flips her bike over a parked car while her head was turned talking to Wayne. I was Stacy, my mom was Wayne, and the trash can was the parked car.
September 18, 2010
Diggin for Gold.
Me: "Ewww....you have some kinda nasty up in your nose."
Josh: "Yeah. Boogies. You should probably take my nose off and put a new one on."
Josh: "Yeah. Boogies. You should probably take my nose off and put a new one on."
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