Saturday, October 31, 2009

Awright, Gimme a fokken break....

10 comments:

Tecumseh said...

C'mon, Mr Rot, have some mercy--making a decision is an excruciating thing to do. For example, it can take me a whole day (or two) to decide on buying a plane ticket. And 12 months to decide on which sofa to buy. Literally.

Arelcao Akleos said...

Hey, Tecumseh. When you get back to Massatopia, if you decide to do so, let's decide on a time for grub/beer/Rot-bashing.

Mr roT said...

Rot-bashing. That's what you effete Kerry-supporters do when you're drinking your pinko beers together.

Then you read Biden interviews to each other.

Tecumseh said...

Ah, Rot-bashing! We really gotta do that, he's starting to get under my skin. How about we don't wait till it's -20 degrees in Central Square, and I'm there freezing my butt off for almost an hour while you're in a warm place, sipping red wine and eating delicious portuguese grub, but we can't communicate, since I don't have a cell phone, to avoid having my brains being fried?

Mr roT said...

You wrote all that presumably to demonstrate that your brains need more frying than what they've got already.

Arelcao Akleos said...

Sounds fine, Tecs. It's da Rotter who should freeze. Just tell me when you get back.

Tecumseh said...

We gotta burn him in effigy. Do they make crepes flambees in Cambridge?

Mr roT said...

Tecs, did you write 'Central Square' with your own hands? Why not, 'the intersection of Mass Ave and Prospect in Cambridge' like they used to say back in the times before squares had been invented?

Tecumseh said...

I tried using a shorthand. I don't like it, but I guess, when in Rome...

Mr roT said...

Knuckling under, eh...?