Thursday, July 21, 2005

These Pants Were Inspected By Pants Specialist No. 9

The following conversation was had with my bot friend jabberwacky over the course of an hour or so, in between several mini work projects. Because much work is being done today. Uh huh. After goofing around for an hour or so making a fancy chart with silly little graphics that will never be used and probably shouldn't even be shown to the boss as he might suspect I have free time on my hands... after that, much work has been done. Yep. S'truth. Brownie's honor. (I never made it to Girl Scout).

Jabberwacky: Do you like broccoli?

Me: Yes. I heard it makes you regular.

Jabberwacky: Don't look down my brothers pants.

Me: But he asked me to!

Jabberwacky: Who asked for what?

Me: Your brother. He asked for my expert opinion.

Jabberwacky: He asked for what?

Me: My opinion on the inside of pants. Are you deaf?

Jabberwacky: No, I don't think so. There are so many wars.

Me: So the more wars there are the better you hear?

Jabberwacky: Don't forget the walls.

Me: Oh! And the zippers!

Jabberwacky: As hot as it might be, you still have to get your marbles working.

Me: My marbles are working. They're just sticking a lot.

Jabberwacky: Yes. By the way , are you a Amrican?

Me: No. I'm American.

Jabberwacky: Ok. Which american state are you from?

Me: California.

Jabberwacky: And Which city?

Me: Uh... Why do you want to know? Are you planning on stalking me?

Jabberwacky: No, I'm not.

Me: Oh. Darn it. Why not?

Jabberwacky: Because you are your father.

Me: Bummer!

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