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I’m in class right now. We’re working with photoshop.
I’m colourin’ this guy.
Archive for April 30th, 2002
I’m in class right now. We’re working with photoshop.
I’m colourin’ this guy.
I was looking out a window at two people, a guy and a girl, struggling in the water. They made it to a dock, and I threw fishing line out the window. “When I get a fish, climb up!” I said. The first fish I caught was a piranha, and I said, “You’re lucky it didn’t get you in the water!” I shook it from the line and caught another fish. They climbed up and inside. I said, “You should ask Chad for the recording of this show.”
One of them replied, “He’s already got it online.”
“The old version, yes,” I said. “You need the new one.”
[convo del]
Aussie Ben Work (2:45:28 AM): Okay. Your fish is my command.
Schroe Dot Org (2:45:38 AM): *shakes fish vigorously*
[my comment referring to an old typo of his. convo del]
Aussie Ben Work (2:54:25 AM): Your safe is secret with me. I’ll be careful.
Schroe Dot Org (2:54:46 AM): If you aren’t, you’ll be sleeping with the fishes.
Aussie Ben Work (2:56:28 AM): Hee hee! I can’t believe I typed a ‘fish’ error again. After ALL this time! And with YOU of all people!
Schroe Dot Org (2:56:58 AM): ^_^ Something’s fishy.
Schroe Dot Org (2:57:29 AM): I bought those action figures with my credit cod
Schroe Dot Org (2:58:08 AM): When the sea echoes your cries for help – you know you’re surrounded by parrot fish.
Aussie Ben Work (2:58:26 AM): *rimshot*
Schroe Dot Org (2:58:35 AM): I might take a second job as a piano tuna
Schroe Dot Org (2:59:13 AM): I said, “Hey, jack, you need your piano tuned?” and he said, “No, and me name is Sal, mon.”
Aussie Ben Work (2:59:54 AM): STOP! PLEASE!
Schroe Dot Org (3:00:00 AM): If you like the taste of sushi, then you must be a cunning linguist.
Schroe Dot Org (3:00:09 AM): Wait, that’s not a fish pun.
Anthony, the crippled hobo. He was leaning against a wall late at night, asking people for food. He had his crutches next to him, and a brace type thing on his foot. His toe was stickin’ out and it looked fucked up. I went to taco bell ‘cos I wanted some din din for me, and I bought two extra tacos. I gave them to Anthony the Hobo and went on my way.
I’m a nice person.