Let the good times keep...rolling

While borrowing a car would for most people be a temporary thing, for me it seems that it continues. For now that is. So i continue to drive me beautiful car around, which isn't mine, so i dare not say 'my car', however, i did say that infront of the friend that let me borrow the car. odd that. but all good things do come to an end, just not yet, thank the good Lord.

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well, that's about all i have to+ say - Rob start talking about the things that you don't know about... Like the other things that are filled with fun and things that are not so, so...
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so all boring things aside,
umm...well, i can't think much at the moment...i'm in cornwall right now. true story, so i'm at work right, and this girl turns to me and says "CORNWALL?!?!?!? isn't that where there is a great corningware store?" "i've been there, people come from all over to go to the great corningware store in cornwall".... well of course i don't want to outright laugh at the foolish girl, however, i did....umm...outright laugh at the foolish girl .. pfft, corningware, if only i knew what it was, i would know where to start. so i says to the foolish girl "my dear sweet foolish girl, there is no corningware store in cornwall"
"Oh but there is," she says with a chirp in her voice, a little more agrivated than before. "i've been there you see, so don't tell me that it isn't really there."
"I've lived there for 20 years and never once been, or seen a corning ware store," i replies casually...
"It's on a hill."
"A HILL?!?!? well damnit, why didn't you say that earlier, i know exactly where that is...except...there are no hills in cornwall, except for big ben, which is a pile of compost that the city so graciously lets the young children of our fair (and fairly smelly) city ski on in the winter. it's called BIG BEN, and NO, they don't sell corningware there..."
"well, not a hill, but, up a hill."
so at this point i think i might have shut off to her, cause she really had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, YET she goes on...
"people from all over go there, people from england go there just because of the corning ware..."
"it's great corningware"
"corningware, corningware, corningware..."
Well i says "corningware?!? corningSHMARE!!!" just because the city starts with the word corn, doesn't mean we make ur stupid warez...or your holez...or whatever other phraze starts with corn. .. pipe..backwardsthroughafieldnaked...whatever...

on a clearer note, when drinking, or not drinking, it's your choice, first of all, don't do it with *cough* &%^*$ *cough* (sorry, sensored for the hard of hearing) ... but for a good time, and a long time, repeat these words ..in order....outloud...fast.

EYE
WE
TARD
ED

if you can figure it out....congratulations...a 2 year old could easily do the same
if you can't figure it out...go back, read the phraze again, and get all your friends to hear it and agree with you, because you are officially...RETARDED...

and like I TARDED this post with "all good things must come to an end"...and the things that no once cares about, and are really just a bunch of ramblings of crap, well, if only for the sake of being dead tired, they too must come to an end....THANK GOD

-an i'm out-

I got an e-mail in my pocket, and I thinnk it's starting to melt...
Ehoo.