Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Leaving Town.

So Tomorrow's my birthday. And today I'm gonna take some tests and such in Springfield. However I've got more test than I can do in one day. And I don't really want to take tests ON my birtday. But I really don't know what I'm doing. So I'm playing this all by ear. I'm packing enough clothes to last till Thursday and I plan on spending time with the girliefriend. I'll post. And will post better than this one, it's just that I'm running around trying to get organized right now. Kimmy, this post is worthless to you, 'cause I'm sure you already know what I'm gonna disclose to the general public.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

NONE of your posts are worthless to me Robby dear... but I DID already know about Foamy. I'm on the ball when it comes to Foamy...and he was finally funny again this week. I was going to wish you happy birthday in the other post, but Trevor had to bring it down....so I didn't want to top of his sentiment towards Nicole with an expression of happiness! Things still stink here. Not as bad as trailer funk, but still stinky. Gotta go back to work. Have fun testing...haha.

~Bus Patrol

Anonymous said...

I was a foamy virgin...never even heard of him before...thanks Rob!

Hope all goes well on your testing! If you are in town until Thursday and wanna grab a ponyshoe, let me know!

Tabitha

Anonymous said...

oooh poneyshoes! That sounds soooo good right now and all i've got for lunch is Chef Boyardee :( no fair. Tabby we definately need to get some poneyshoes even if Rob is too good to join us!

Breyn

Scott said...

Who the hell named it a ponyshoe anyway? Did they mean pony crap? Because that's more in step with the general look of it. Just imagine if ponies actually DID crap out hamburgers. It would bring the cattle industry to its knees and lead to lots of very fat, spoiled, rich 13 year old girls.

They were already spoiled and rich, but the pony crap made them fat. That's what you get Paris! Actually, that gives me a really good idea for a Punk'd. Get Paris Hilton really drunk (i.e. find her), and after she passes out put prosthetics on her to make her believe that she's gained 100-150 pounds. When she comes to pretend she's at a rehab center. When she doesn't remember anything. tell her she's been in an alcoholic, downward spiral for a year or so.

Then make her parade around infront of her friends, horribly embarrassed. I think it has some Emmy potential. Ashton, you're completely free to use this idea.

Because I'm sure he frequents Rob's Office Space.

- Scott

Anonymous said...

Rob, you never know what you are doing. I wish you luck and happy happy b-day.

Freemama

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday
Good Luck on your tests
rachel