This week's Thing That Makes Me Snarf comes courtesy of one of my old lunch buddies. And no, he didn't send it to me: he's in it.
Yep. I used to have lunch all the time with the narrator. It was me, him, and Bringerofbrains. We brainstormed sessions of a radio show called "Bill, Dead Guy" together.
And really, you haven't heard anything until you've heard me on a radio show going, "Bill, would you move your hand? You're so NAUGHTY!" and Bill going "BEEEEEEEEEEP," which was his only line of dialogue.
The heart monitor. Flatline. Get it?
Har de har.
So for all you people wondering why on earth I turned out the way I did, it's quite simple. I blame it all on my friends. Slayer's no better. We spent last night's American Idol brainstorming good songs for Bob Dole to sing, since he always refers to himself in the third person. My favorite was "Don't Let The Sun Go Down on Bob Dole." Although "Blame Bob Dole on the Rain" has a nice ring to it, as does "Bob Dole's Hump."
Having said that, I do not want to picture Bob Dole's lovely lady lumps. But I am, and I'm sharing the love with you. Aren't you glad you visited my blog today?