Life on Easy Street
Well, I have done it. I have tricked my girlfriend into moving back home. Now I coast through life. I will sit in my Lazy Boy chair, while she cooks, cleans, and brings me beer. Unless I somehow brought someone else back home with me from Arizona other than Michelle, those last few statements are probably just far-fetched dreams.
I’ve only sat on a plane with a whole row to myself once. It’s quite nice.
Goodbye, Arizona Republic.
Life packed up in boxes and bags.
I really wish I brought a trucker cap.
I don’t get it.
Five minutes after picking up the truck. That’s what they meant!
Seriously, what’s a tree doing there? This is Arizona. I was only looking out for catci.
February 4th, 2007 at 9:29 am
hahaha. nice! next time, when driving a tall truck that needs overhead clearance, just duck as you’re going under — the truck will duck with you.
February 5th, 2007 at 12:38 am
nice, jerk! you guys moving in together anytime soon?
now that your human girlfriend is coming home, won’t your inflatable one get jealous?
February 5th, 2007 at 10:44 am
Moving in together? No way! We both live in our parents’ houses. Free food. Free rent. Giant fish tank. Why would I move out?
Human girlfriends only have to compete with computers and fish.