No More Homies
I am officially out of Homies. However, I have other fun little things that I discovered during my compartment-to-palace renovation. So if you want a Homie, too bad so sad, but if you want something even uglier and/or stupider, you can email me. It will be a total grab bag of crap. I think most of it is sweeter than a Homie. I mean don’t get me wrong, Homies are totally sweet, but WHAT ABOUT A FINGER PUPPET OF A MOOSE? Pretty sweet, right? A moose could totally kick a Homies ass, no question. I have no idea how any of this stuff ends up in my apartment, but it does. I found a bag of volcanic rocks. Did I ever visit a volcano? No, I did not. But I have the rocks. It’s like getting a concert shirt without going to the concert. My friend Aaron got me a Siegfried and Roy shirt in Vegas even though he didn’t go to the show. The shirt has tigers and glitter and everything. It’s kind of the most ugliest awesome thing you’ve ever seen. On a side note, my friend Marco saw Celine Dion in Vegas with his parents (he says it was against his will, but you know he was all up in front raging in the pit) and said she was amazing with all of her arm choreography and “go on, girl!” and then introduced the band, “Give it up for Celine Dion’s bassist!” “This is Celine Dion’s drummer! Give it up!” Celine Dion scares me. She kind of reminds me of the crypt keeper, except she’s French Canadian.
Anyway, please let me know if you guys received your stuff. I am at war with the United States Postal Office. So far they are kicking my ass, but I fight dirty. I will be victorious.
Hmmm…I don’t think I want any junk for now. Besides, it’s way too expensive to send them over as you have experienced. LOL. However, I DO have some junk that I want to get rid of. I had my LASIK surgery last year, so now, I have lots of contact lenses containers. Anybody wants any? (sorry Annie for using your blog page for free advertisement for my junk!)
Haha! Yay for ugly awesomness!
Celine Dion is my number one favorite singer to mock. I think I was corrupted as I child though, she drives my dad nuts, and he’s very vocal about it. It’s even worse when those poor suckers on American Idol attempt to sing one of her songs. (Shudders)
keep your volcanic rocks annie…don’t pass your hawaiian curse onto me!!!
Homieless: I do not need contact lens containers, I have many, many eyeglass cases though. I don’t even know how, I just have them.
Maddie: My dad likes showtunes. Truthfully, I think I rather listen to Celine Dion than “Surrey with a fringe on top”.
Ian: You will totally lose the surf competition because of the Hawaiian curse.
I got my hommie! You totally rock. He’s very cool, probably too cool for me. You could tell he was fighting to break out of the envelope but the envelope won, this time.
Flatgreg: Sweet! I’m glad. Someone else received theirs in a plastic bag because there was a hole in the envelope and THEIR postal service (i.e. NOT IN THE U.S.) were thoughtful enough to protect the Homie at all costs.