Me: Uh whats up?
Pear:
Me: Whats on your mind?
Pear:
Me: Fine go sulk in the corner if you want, I don't care.
Pear:
Me: Really are you mad or something?
Pear: MAD. MAD. Am I fucking mad?
Me: Thats the question.
Pear: You try riding in the trunk in your briefcase amongst your smelly clothes and gym bag.
Me: Umm. OK.
Pear: You and I are travelling partners. Did you ever hear of the Lone Ranger Making Scooby Doo ride in the trunk?
Me: There are so many things wrong with that question that I am not even going to attempt it.
Pear: So does that mean I can sit "shotgun"?
Me:
Pear: I'll take your nonanswer as a yes.
Me: I may have to consult with my trusted advisor Julie B.
Posted by Jess at May 3, 2005 10:37 PMJess, he'd have to promise not to get all squishy on you. Really, pears can be like that.
Also, Pear? It's only polite to respond to Jess when he's talking to you. That silent treatment thing, immature, just a little immature.
(oh my god i'm talking to fruit! what am i doing??)
Posted by: JulieB at May 4, 2005 11:06 AMI ask myself that every time I post one of these.
Posted by: jess @ LOSLI at May 4, 2005 03:39 PMI do believe EVERYONE has noticed you talk to a fruit.
Posted by: Jeremy at May 5, 2005 08:15 PM