Showing posts with label gmail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gmail. Show all posts

11/19/2008

try to guess mine and my little brother's ages by reading the following exchange:


Hey Bugsy, if you're reading this: Technically, it should be, "so technically I did pretty well." Surprised you didn't know that.

9/07/2008

You know what's the best?

Laughing so hard you cry. And I do that a lot.

Like when Daniele took this photo of Jess and Jordan with our crappy waiter. Jordan rested his hand on the guy's stomach for at least 45 seconds while Daniele figured out the camera.


And like last night when Amy altered her "The Beef Stroganoff Song" from, "It's a stroganoff party and EVERYONE'S invited. It's a stroganoff party and EVERYONE'S invited," to better fit the hypothetical situation of Aaron and Kevin's stepdad comparing their willies to see if they were in fact related. Kevin's stepdad's idea, oddly enough. Anyway, Amy changed the song to, "It's a genital showdown and EVERYONE'S invited. It's a genital showdown and EVERYONE'S invited."

And just now, I said "hi" to Jess via gchat. I'm sitting at the dining room table, she on the couch. She typed "uuhhh," "you're dumb," and "turn around," and when I did, she was giving me the finger.

9/01/2008

hoping/betting it's a prank

This just in (my inbox):


UPDATE (10:00 PM):


... I knew it. I can't decide if a prank's funnier than the thought of Herman actually sending it.