Wednesday, January 31, 2007

the dude rules.

"your an #$@hole Stewball" I shouted as I walked out of the sheetrock dust covered room.
he paused for a moment then blurted
"no fooling"
this being our code for I'm serious don't push anymore.
My stomach sank I didn't mean to shout that out.
"I'm sorry Stewball, I didn't mean it"
We made a pact later that afternoon not to talk to each other the next day.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

i'm goin eat!

"Stuball you just fasted two months ago, why do you need to now? Who am I going to eat with?"
"I still sit wit you"
"what and watch me eat?"
"no, I will have my maple syrup drink"
"how much toxins could be in your body in this short of time?" I queried.
"your right" he paused "let's go get a cookie, you owe me for that Condi being single bet."

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

weak to?

three hours of sleep is not much to work a full day of construction on.

stewball didn't care, his whining about caffeine never ceased

"shut up and have another coffee" I yelled over the compressor noise

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

the retelling of the catastrophic commute of my morning made Stewball salivate
"that reminds me of the time I was driving a junior high kid...
hey look at what's growing under that bridge!" he belched out.
"a little problem with ADD?" I questioned
"shut up your so stupid" he said as the saliva dripped off his chin.