0309.16
21:35:04
HUMOROUS SENTENCE FRAGMENT
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You know, I haven’t updated in a while, primarily because I haven’t been able to come up with a good title.
Oh, so I went home for the weekend; that was fun. Um, not much happened, aside from the fact that I was at, uh, home, yeah. I guess all the ‘interesting’ bits would have been concerning the actual travel.
For various and whatever reasons, I don’t have a car down here, see. So, since I was flying out of Memphis, my father arranged for ‘a car’ to transfer me between here and there and back.
A few years ago, while we were on vacation in Chicago, we, for reasons I can’t recall right now, didn’t have access to our motor vehicle and needed to get from the Watertower Plaza area where we were staying to that ever-fun place called Medieval Knights. So, dad arranged for ‘a car’ to transfer us. It was a ncie car, a new-at-the-time black Lincoln Towncar, the driver was Italian and older and funny and we listened to Opera on the way there and back. This is what I expected ‘a car’ meant.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
Well, I guess it was kind of a Lincoln Towncar– except it was white, and, oh yeah, it was stretched ten feet. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It really is All About the Benjamins.
My driver was pretty cool– LJ, a big guy of African origin, with late- (or fat-) Elvis shades and a black fedora. He picked me up on the way back, too.
Speaking of being on the way back, I got to IND to czech in much earlier than I did going to MEM, so Northwest’s little automatic ticketing device offered me a seat in first class. Only 35 bucks, thought I– sure thing. Just stick in a little piece of plastic and voilà  ¬es tickettes de 1e< classe.
Mmm. Oh and have you ever wondered where all the pretty, young stewardesses have gone? Not to say that there’s anything wrong with having flighht attendants that are older– obviously, they’re more experienced flight attendants and know how to deal with people better, but whatever. So, like, first class. Okay, so I guess it’s not like the “WELCOME ABOARD PAN-AM FLIGHT 130 TO HONOLULU MR. AVIGNALE” kind of pretty, young stewardesses– but they were stewardesses, and they were pretty young. Oooh, tactical comma action.
I should have pictures I took of my travels up on the pics section sometime before the Last Trump, so, uh, be on the lookout. I guess.
Oh, so I went home for the weekend; that was fun. Um, not much happened, aside from the fact that I was at, uh, home, yeah. I guess all the ‘interesting’ bits would have been concerning the actual travel.
For various and whatever reasons, I don’t have a car down here, see. So, since I was flying out of Memphis, my father arranged for ‘a car’ to transfer me between here and there and back.
A few years ago, while we were on vacation in Chicago, we, for reasons I can’t recall right now, didn’t have access to our motor vehicle and needed to get from the Watertower Plaza area where we were staying to that ever-fun place called Medieval Knights. So, dad arranged for ‘a car’ to transfer us. It was a ncie car, a new-at-the-time black Lincoln Towncar, the driver was Italian and older and funny and we listened to Opera on the way there and back. This is what I expected ‘a car’ meant.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
Well, I guess it was kind of a Lincoln Towncar– except it was white, and, oh yeah, it was stretched ten feet. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It really is All About the Benjamins.
My driver was pretty cool– LJ, a big guy of African origin, with late- (or fat-) Elvis shades and a black fedora. He picked me up on the way back, too.
Speaking of being on the way back, I got to IND to czech in much earlier than I did going to MEM, so Northwest’s little automatic ticketing device offered me a seat in first class. Only 35 bucks, thought I– sure thing. Just stick in a little piece of plastic and voilà  ¬es tickettes de 1e< classe.
Mmm. Oh and have you ever wondered where all the pretty, young stewardesses have gone? Not to say that there’s anything wrong with having flighht attendants that are older– obviously, they’re more experienced flight attendants and know how to deal with people better, but whatever. So, like, first class. Okay, so I guess it’s not like the “WELCOME ABOARD PAN-AM FLIGHT 130 TO HONOLULU MR. AVIGNALE” kind of pretty, young stewardesses– but they were stewardesses, and they were pretty young. Oooh, tactical comma action.
I should have pictures I took of my travels up on the pics section sometime before the Last Trump, so, uh, be on the lookout. I guess.
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GMT-0500 22:59:22 0309.16 (Tue)
I’m looking forward to pictures. Also, ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny.
Doggimus Maximus Matheus Flavius
GMT-0500 16:49:14 0309.17 (Wed)
Yeah, after I turn this paper in, I’ll come back and run my new L337 thurmbnailar pr0gz0r.
Oh, and, remember, ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny if and only if you remove needless things like appendages from the homogenized embryonic sketches.
The brain cells that had to realign their connections to remember that savory tidbit thank you, Mrs. King.
GMT-0500 16:49:51 0309.17 (Wed)
Yeah, after I turn this paper in, I’ll come back and run my new L337 thurmbnailar pr0gz0r.
Oh, and, remember, ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny if and only if you remove needless things like appendages from the homogenized embryonic sketches.
The brain cells that had to realign their connections to remember that savory tidbit thank you, Mrs. King.
GMT-0500 00:58:11 0309.18 (Thu)
Massive concuriority is taking place with regard to stewardesses.
GMT-0500 01:29:41 0309.18 (Thu)
Oh, uh, I don’t have any pictures of them. Sorry. I do have a bunch of cloud formations, as they’re much easier to take.