I say, "poop" when bad things surprise me. This happens the most in tennis... while playing my dad - he says it too.
I lost my driver's license.
I need a NY license - it needs to be a motorcycle license - I need to pay a bunch of tickets.
I slammed my right trigger finger in the door, it may be broken - probably not, but it hurts.
Our "keeper" of a roommate is dropping out of NYU and moving out. We need a roommate.
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"I copy that" is walkie-talkie talk for - I understand, will do, gotcha, ok, alright, yup, uh-huh, and much more depending on the inflection of the voice.
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Ice your finger and take advil.
Double poop on your roommate.
How about Kathlene?
If "poop" is all you can muster then life ain't that bad. :)
This Blog is Never Updated. I am going to look at Lucious' Blog.
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