Sunday, December 23, 2007

• Fundips... more... than. all that.

  [read in the voice of peter]
  
  One day, g-- and his roommate, chuggs, were arm-wrestling.
  
  
  And lo, it came to pass that in the days of Friday, we decided to go shopping. Yea verily.
  
  And verily verily so we doth clothed ourselves in faire raiment.
  
  
  
  My shoes were especially key.
  
  
  
  Good thing we had sweet wheels.
  
  SWEET SANDBURG/PARNELL WHEELS!
  
  
  But once we started driving, we had to wade through some ponderous CSI Miami.
  
  My smile, as cheesy as that time I acted for a Lifetime film, beat back the melodrama in yellow tones.
  
  
  
  It cost slightly less.
  
  
  Then, after a prelude longer than the set-up for a Cheers! joke, we were ready to pick out sweet schwag.
  
  Intellectual types and fans of the West Wing, we picked out books.
  
  
  
  Some of it was just odd.
  
  
  
  
  
  (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
  
  The same could not be said for this:
  
  
  But I love the guy. Not as much as I love Michael Cera (he's good in everything), but I still love him.
  
  W/vest:
  
  Nice arm:
  
  Glam!:
  
  
  
  But, much like every History Channel show, our day was ruined by aggressive and speedy zooming in and out on a grainy black and white picture vaguely reminiscent of the 1960s.
  
  
  And we concluded the night like:
  
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