« Hand Me a Trowel | Main | One For The Thumb! »
All my references are melting together like glue. Or goo.
Maybe it's too much TV. Or TV + vicodin. Or maybe just the need to be functional under the under-the-radar influence of the gabapentin and difficulty in punching through to less hazy waking times.
Jinkies.
Technorati Tags
godofbiscuits
Posted by jeff at 04 februari 2006 23:36
TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.godofbiscuits.com/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/707.
I think it's to much TV and vicodin. Nah!!!!!
It's all those nights staying up to the 'wee' hours. You're losing it bud! The remedy: take a couple of sleeping pills! Just what you need - more pills. Better yet, start counting boxed cakes. That ought to help you sleep --or at least it will help sustain your appetite.
Posted by: Tony at 05 februari 2006 01:29
Nice use of the word jinkies. But do you really consider yourself a Velma?
Posted by: Crash at 07 februari 2006 14:09
I'm more of a Fred-Velma hybrid...well, actually, I'm a Fred, with some Velma in the mix.
Ok, FINE! I'm Daphne! Happy now? :)
Posted by: GodOfBiscuits ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.godofbiscuits.com/blog/nav-commenters.gif)
at 07 februari 2006 15:56
I dub thee Frelma.
Posted by: Crash at 09 februari 2006 08:55