i always drink my malk
so the time has come. tomorrow the idiot patrol and i will leave for romania. we have a date with dracula. it should be good. Excelsior!
so this is what i have been up to...the wife and i made dinner. this is the wife.
i went to Massachusetts for a day...
and made a pile of poop for breakfast. yum.
and then i went shopping for romania supplies. i have no idea what i will need, so i just bought a bunch of crap. here is a bottle of urinized shampoo.
and i also got some toothpaste...to paste my teeth, you see.
and then i packed my bottle collection.
and bought myself a floating toothbrush...
and some advil to sooth the many bear attacks and stabbings i am sure to encounter in the carpathian mountains.
i also bought a solidified, ovular cod piece
and how could i forget indy's octopus?
and how could i leave home without my clipper ship?
i also got some playing cards...
and a book about bear attacks...so i know how to react while having my face ripped off.
and the coup de gras...a new bathrobe with...
my name, "esuohlig."
i mean, gilhouse!
and here is the car we rented...looks like a fine deathtrap to me.
i think i'm ready. i just need underwear, socks and some other stuff the wife will tell me about later.
romania here we come!
4 Comments:
Romania borders Yugoslawien? Oh no.
I am also bringing advil for the bear/wolf/burgher attacks. And for when Toby confuses me for one of someone's possesions and stomps on me.
correction. free blood.
oh, and also, you always drink plenty of malk. now with vitamin R.
i don't know if you remember this, but you have a blog. and readers. who are thirsting for more of the gilhouse. please. are you alive? did you turn into a goat in romania? come back to us, gil.
wiiiiill... where are all the romaniac iggies? the world needs to see that picture of all of us at a urinal. you have thirty minutes to move your cube.
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