November 18, 2005
Party guests are moving the couch to make more room.
Hostess: Don't be scared if you see a roach under there. I'm so embarrassed to have to say that.
Flibby: Roaches aren't you're fault. They're the fault of people who invent inadequate nuclear weapons.
November 16, 2005
Flibby: Wait. He tells his wife that he hired a hit man to kill her? Rude!
That kind of thing is supposed to be a surprise. Way to ruin Christmas, dude.
November 09, 2005
Lunch lady: Alright. That will be ready in about 15 minutes.
Flibby: Sounds good.
Lunch lady: Ok. bye!
Flibby: Hey! Do you want my name or anything so you know who I am when I come get it?
Lunch lady: Um...
Flibby: Are you just going to give my sandwhich to whoever wanders in and lays claim to it?
Lunch lady: Well, I'm banking on the fact that not many people will be able to come in here and know what your order was, but if you want to give me your name, you can.
Flibby: Well, I DO like the idea of living life on the edge there with you, but I'm going to give you my name just in case. It's Flibby.
Lunch lady: Ok. See you soon.
See? Ladies love me.
I wonder if she's hot.
Update: Who leaves the T off of a BLT? Insane!
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