bruce is alive.

never drive a car when your dead, the hospital is no place for the sane.

31party

"Stuball it's not your party!" I murmured.
"my contribution can be matching themed plates, cups and napkins" the glow of every birthday candle he has ever blown out danced in his eyes.
"can I hep ya?" the old bakery lady asked.
"we're looking for a cake with a Rocky Horror Picture Show motif" I glanced at all the nascar cakes knowing I wouldn't have a snowballs chance.
"a what?" she drew back as though she was trying to protect her ignorance.

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.

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."

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

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.