Each Sunday my incredibly Italian and hungry parents like to have a large dessert after dinner. Today was no exception as they urged me to go to the bakery and pick up a lot of unnecessary sweets. I caved in after hearing my dad share in my desire for some pumpkin pie.
While waiting for the young girl to finish my order I realized that the radio was playing Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard and couldn't help but question if it was considered ironic or expected for a bakery to be playing that tune.
With bear claws for hands,
Adam.
A blog where I will try my best to extract a chuckle from you. During our tremendous downtime I may also dabble in deep, nerdy discussions that range from The Battle of the Nile to the Battle of Hoth!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
If a Snowman was my Landlord
If a snowman was my landlord, he'd have strict guidelines to adhere to when it came to using the heater. He'd also probably charge a lot for rent since he's used to living outside and would consider housing a luxury.
What a douche.
Indoors too often,
Adam.
What a douche.
Indoors too often,
Adam.
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