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My Zombie Roomy (6/5/10)
6/5/10
Well … it’s been about two months since I’ve updated about the Zombie. But you know what I learned about the undead? These guys don’t hold grudges!
I said, “hey Zombie, I know it’s been a while since we’ve hung out and I haven’t been able to do much lately at all … and I apologize for that and -“, he cut me off by holding up a hand.
“Brains.”
He said it in a, “please,” tone. Like I didn’t need to say anything. Just awesome. Really awesome.
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On a real note, when I was in Boston this past week with Kate she informed of a ZOMBIE CRAWL! Unfortunately I missed it (saw a Red Sox game!) BUT, she told me about this gem. The zombies started a chant.
“What do we want?!”
“BRAINS!”
“When do we want it?”
“BRAINS!”
Super awesome.
Weekly Wacko (34)
My Trip to Bahston
Well, I’m returned from my trip to Boston! I got to hang out with Theresa and Katie, and with Theresa’s friend T.
The trip was full of good times, and a fantastic joke that emerged from it.
Unfortunately the trip ended on a low note for me, which I’m only going to share because of something I found funny about it. Monday night I got sick from some food I ate and ended up throwing up quite a bit. When I told the gf-unit about it, one of her first questions was: “have you ever thrown up so hard stuff came out your nose?”
What a gal.
I’m curious at what point she’ll be calling me and casually saying, “so, I read your latest blog post.”
Katie, Theresa and I were walking around Harvard and saw a guy selling a bunch of books on the street. Nerds that we are, we were looking at them.
Then – I found THIS gem.
Katie and I tried to out-nice each other. I said, “this would make a great gag gift for my sister.” (Or myself.) Katie said it would be a great gag gift for X (a family member she thinks resembles Selleck, if I remember correctly). I said take it. She said no you take it. Eventually she won. I won him.
Yikes?
(Yes, I’m reading a Roald Dahl book. The Twits.) Credit goes to Katie for kicking off the Selleck-fest.
Soon, we were out of control! Selleck, the grad.
Selleck, he takes out the trash.
You can’t help but get … caught up … in Selleck.
This one was Katie’s idea and this picture cracks me up.
Theresa and Selleck in some sort of Harvard-version of Romeo & Juliet? I could see it.
The next day we three Selleck-fiends headed to Rockport, then Gloucester. Pronounced “GLOUSTA!” according to the train-employees.
Selleck don’t listen to nobody.
“Bitch, please.” – Tom Selleck
You need accommodations? Selleck can be very accommodating.
Well, that’s all for now. I’ll leave you with one final, happy image. Bedroom eyes.
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