F-train cracks me, so consistently up
Yesterday afternoon I was happily reading some news websites when the doorbell rang. Because I hate people (or maybe because people hate me) I do not ordinarily have guests. Because I don’t ordinarily have guests I don’t usually expect the doorbell to ring. I react to the doorbell the same way casino gamblers react to a fire alarm: pause briefly, arch an eyebrow, and then go right back to what I was doing.
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September 24th, 2009 at 1:15 pm
You DO like me! #pantsonfire
September 24th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
F-Train is pretty funny.
September 24th, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Wait, but he’s not funny in a way that makes me less funny, right? Right? #abouttopout
September 24th, 2009 at 5:56 pm
Funny is not a zero sum game.
September 24th, 2009 at 6:14 pm
Dude. I DO NOT like that answer. Answer better! Hmph.
September 24th, 2009 at 6:47 pm
The meaning of that answer is that another person’s funniness cannot make you less funny.
September 24th, 2009 at 6:56 pm
Repeat after me: F-train is in no way so funny that it makes you less funny. In fact, now that I think about it, F-train is not that funny.
September 24th, 2009 at 8:43 pm
F-train is in no way so funny that it makes me less funny.
September 24th, 2009 at 8:57 pm
fail.
September 24th, 2009 at 8:57 pm
And now I’m buying Brady Zac drums for his second birthday. #truefacts
September 25th, 2009 at 11:53 am
But I said just what you told me to!!
September 25th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
You tricked me. Drums. #truefacts
October 6th, 2009 at 10:46 pm
It’s pretty impressive to get 12 comments off of someone else’s blog post.