This is a group blog.
C.J. and Jordan and Me.
Here we are. Well, we aren’t all here, Jordan is outside with a smoke. That’s probably best. Smoking, while bad for your lungs, is good for your funniness. Just ask Jon Stewart.
C.J. is researching Mark Driscoll in order to mock and then cry because people actually listen to that frat boy and his dangerous rhetoric.
Where is here? Echo Street Coffee. The finest coffee establishment in this good-coffee-starved town, to my knowledge.
C.J. say something to the people.
“It’s good to be in Burbank Johnny” (with hands raised signaling a touchdown)
Great, now this is just getting silly.
Jordan has joined us.
Jordan say something to the people
“Toes on the noes, bros.”
What type of dog should CJ get and name Princeton and put in his newly purchased yard (house included)?
A Corgi? No.
Jordan wants to be a hairless Venezuelan canine of some sort.
CJ: Jordan, how is you domestication coming?
Jordan: Oh, great. Mac n Cheese, I also clean, do laundry and sometimes dust.
Jordan: How insane is Mr. Bolt for breaking his own world record?
Wait for it…
Tim: (apparently not getting the joke) He is though.
CJ: Sing it Bright Eyes, sing it.
Tim: It’s not Bright Eyes that’s singing
Jordan: Conor Oberst
Jordan: It’s all one man
Jordan: What do you think Jake and Kat’s baby is going to look like?
CJ: She’ll probably grow into her limbs.
CJ: Jordan, do you know that you suck at Fantasy Baseball
Jordan: It’s an off year.
CJ: It’s an off year
Tim: Are we really talking about Fantasy Baseball?
Tim” I had to say that because I typed that I said that.
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