My-pod
Ah, technological breakthroughs.
The iPod is the type of gadget that could easily substitute for any of the three major necessities to sustain life systems. That would be food, shelter, and....I forget the third thing. I know for a fact it is part of this balanced breakfast, and if you're not careful, it'll steal your wife.
It proved strong enough to ensnare our good friend Meany who I guess is...sorta nothing like a wife. *Sigh* I got nothin'. The point is: he really liked the damn thing afterall. At least, that's what it seemed like from outside of his covers, no? Who knows what was really going on in there.
All I will say is that scroll wheel is like having sex with your finger....wait. That's terrible. Moving on...
Omar was kind enough to bring his new iPod home recently, and I had to refuse to look at it after playing with it for about half an hour for fear that I would literally run to the nearest Apple store in my underwear (I was fully clothed while tinkering with the iPod, mind you). It really didn't help that Omar listens to the exact same music as me, and as far as I could tell, our playlists are identical. It was like seeing exactly what it would be like for me to own one except for maybe the engraving on the back. Damn Omar and his iPod...Okay, maybe not the iPod. I'm sorry, iPod! Don't hit me again.
Remember, we're doing a comic this Wednesday to make up for Monday of last week. Be here or be squere?
The iPod is the type of gadget that could easily substitute for any of the three major necessities to sustain life systems. That would be food, shelter, and....I forget the third thing. I know for a fact it is part of this balanced breakfast, and if you're not careful, it'll steal your wife.
It proved strong enough to ensnare our good friend Meany who I guess is...sorta nothing like a wife. *Sigh* I got nothin'. The point is: he really liked the damn thing afterall. At least, that's what it seemed like from outside of his covers, no? Who knows what was really going on in there.
All I will say is that scroll wheel is like having sex with your finger....wait. That's terrible. Moving on...
Omar was kind enough to bring his new iPod home recently, and I had to refuse to look at it after playing with it for about half an hour for fear that I would literally run to the nearest Apple store in my underwear (I was fully clothed while tinkering with the iPod, mind you). It really didn't help that Omar listens to the exact same music as me, and as far as I could tell, our playlists are identical. It was like seeing exactly what it would be like for me to own one except for maybe the engraving on the back. Damn Omar and his iPod...Okay, maybe not the iPod. I'm sorry, iPod! Don't hit me again.
Remember, we're doing a comic this Wednesday to make up for Monday of last week. Be here or be squere?
9 Comments:
That iPod is an instrument of Satan. While on a recent camping trip I ended up playing with my friend's iPod for most of the drive from L.A. to Big Sur. You're right, PJ, it *is* like having sex with your finger. I think I distracted my other van-mates with my moaning amd writhing. Frankly, I'm not sure how my friend is able to use it while driving without having multiple orgas - er, I mean, car accidents...
DIRTY!
I entertained the thought of licking my friend's iPod scrollwheel. I fainted from ecstasy before I could put my plan into action.
Double dirty!!
Yeah? And?
*mwah*
*licks imaginary iPod*
Oh, get a room!
No. Wait. Get an iPod!
Hey, PJ, nice imaginary iPod ya got there.
Mmmm, iPod...
Why, thank you. I wish it came with the dock though.
:-\
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