leaving home…

14 thoughts on “leaving home…”

1. uh… my keys? (at the very least…)

2. my man servant reganald. he brings all my stuff for me.

3. my buffalo poking stick, as Carmen can attest…

4. weeping uncontrollably.

5. Eric: you DO need someone to take care of you, cuz you obviously can’t do it yourself. hahaha. 😀

   Dan: I…have nothing to say to that. I keep laughing every time I remember that.

   Andrew: WHY?! hehe.

6. Causing a Ruckus.

7. bill withers.

   tupac.

   forgetting something and having to turn back.

   asking myself “where the heck did i park last night?”

   in that order.

8. PiPi the Monkey!

9. The question isn’t “Why?”, my dear Sholay, but “Why not?”. Why not, indeed?

10. *nods wisely* Andrew, you’re a genius.

11. *signifies approval of the use of asterisks to denote action by staring off into the distance wisely-as all sage people are wont to do- while holding trusty buffalo-poking stick at a casual but ready position, should any large shaggy bovine wander too close*

    *hair blows in wind, tumbleweed tumbles by, sun sets*

    *gaze turns thoughtfully to Shannon and his Ruckus, and even more thoughtfully to Andrew and Sholeh’s conversation concerning the casual/metaphysical relationship between his tears and abstract philosophical construct, and still more thoughtfully to Kari with Bill Withers and 2pac in tow*

12. *laughs*

    Dan, you’re awesome.

13. *The Ruckus Thoughtfully regards Dan, and in doing so contradicts its nature. It evaporates in an embarased ~POOF~*

14. *stares in amazment that one can denote action within action (metadenotation, if you will) with tildes. ~jackasses shan~ *

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