Today I drove all over the world (and for us liscence-less Onions, that pretty much means the Langhorne-Levittown area). After taking a half hour long shower, which resulted in my mother knocking on the door and demanding that I finish quickly, I dressed and got in the car with said mother and Jon Mayer.
We arrived at Buddy's Barber Shop where I recieved the first haircut of significant hair loss since fellow blogger Jake Sanders practiced his cutting stroke at the Gillies residence last August. It was sort of sad, but I got over it once I realized that I barely ever look at my head anyway. Whatever! At least it's cooler (temperature-wise, mind you) now.
Afterwards, we all hopped back in the car and I drove the three of us to Target. It was there where Mom did some routine shopping, picking up some food, shampoo, and face wash. But the real exciting thing here was...
Lunch:
I got a delicious meal from that nifty Pizza Hut stand near Target's entrance. Overpriced, it may be, for a tiny personal pizza, but delectable it still was. Cheese pizza, breadsticks, and a Coca-Cola. What a treat!
I didn't eat any of this until we arrived back at our house, so the intelligent readers out there may infer that I drove the car home (and they would be right). So I swallowed some pizza as I was swallowing intriguing articles from the Bucks County Courier Times.
About an hour or so later, back in the car I went, this time to the official Robot Leg Shop. My old Robot Legs have been experiencing a number of problems over the past few months, including straps breaking, rivot heads popping out, and my legs getting too fat to fit. These were problems that a few drops of oil could not possibly hope to rectify, so I was fitted for new Robot Legs. Casts hardened around both of my natural legs, and then a crazy lady with a chainsaw (she might be related to Bill's Dad) buzzed the casts off. And voilà! There're your models.
Dinner:
Mom prepared Tacos for supper tonight, and she did an excellent job. I filled my tortilla shell with loads of beef and cheese.
Oh, and it should be, "Here're some weapons." Or, "Here are some weapons." Don't forget.
6 comments:
There is no grammar hammering for saying Here're? I feel like that too is grammatically incorrect.
Hmm, I'm not sure, Daniel. By the rules of contractions, I see no reason why that wouldn't work. If you can contract 'here' with 'is,' my guess is that you can contract it with 'are' as well.
I believe some contractions are possible through that rule but are not widely used or seen as legitimate. But screw that, contractions are awesome. I wouldn't've been where I am today if not for them.
This is Bill's Dad. Mention me again in your food blog and you'll have one less arm with which to shove said food into your gobs. Mwuahahahaha!
...that was odd. To change topics, the old robot leg creator was much better than the current one. That is all.
i like how the little box next to anonymous is gray...it reminds me of those 1950's detective shows....
...i am rather out of it
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