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napoleonherselfBecky kidnapped me about five or six hours ago and we went to the California Pizza Kitchen in the maul. We had the bestest pizza ever. Caramelized pears, apparently gorgonzola or however you spell it cheese, hazelnuts, and salad with bl00 cheese dressing on top. OH SO VERY GOOD
Then we drove around a bit before coming back here, and Becky kidnapped my computer for like two hours while I sprawled across the bed and read manga. Becky introduced the my-webcam-viewing public to El Smoocho, whom she found on the ground right outside my trailer's little splat of ground. Who is El Smoocho? Why, funny you should ask, for he is EL SMOOCHO, INFLATABLE BANDITO OF LOOOOOOOOVE!
He's a three-foot-tall-ish mylar balloon person, still about half-inflated, who looks vaguely like the Hamburglar, who has 'Kissing Bandit' on his back, and whose mouth is painted in an eternal smoochyface. He's apparently going to live in the back of Becky's car, forever seatbelted in so nobody tries to steal him. FOR EVERYONE WANTS EL SMOOCHO, ESPECIALLY THE LADIES
Now I'm tired. And vaguely depressedish. Bah.
Then we drove around a bit before coming back here, and Becky kidnapped my computer for like two hours while I sprawled across the bed and read manga. Becky introduced the my-webcam-viewing public to El Smoocho, whom she found on the ground right outside my trailer's little splat of ground. Who is El Smoocho? Why, funny you should ask, for he is EL SMOOCHO, INFLATABLE BANDITO OF LOOOOOOOOVE!
He's a three-foot-tall-ish mylar balloon person, still about half-inflated, who looks vaguely like the Hamburglar, who has 'Kissing Bandit' on his back, and whose mouth is painted in an eternal smoochyface. He's apparently going to live in the back of Becky's car, forever seatbelted in so nobody tries to steal him. FOR EVERYONE WANTS EL SMOOCHO, ESPECIALLY THE LADIES
Now I'm tired. And vaguely depressedish. Bah.
