tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33064416.post115753285389113517..comments2010-05-12T13:22:13.769-07:00Comments on Barbarossa: Time Keeps on SlippingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33064416.post-1157689944455850662006-09-07T21:32:00.000-07:002006-09-07T21:32:00.000-07:00Dude, Ian, keep in touch at some point. I don't kn...Dude, Ian, keep in touch at some point. I don't know that I'll have that many exciting stories from Harvard- my life is basically class, gym, eating, library but I would love to know what you're up to...if you can squeeze me in. I hope that you're doing really well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33064416.post-1157570265548000922006-09-06T12:17:00.000-07:002006-09-06T12:17:00.000-07:00DUDE! If you die, donate your skeleton to me, so ...DUDE! If you die, donate your skeleton to me, so I can take it to Christmas parties and dress it up in tinsel.<BR/><BR/>Actually, scratch that. It would be no fun if it was just me and your skeleton. I can't be expected to make all sorts of humorous and witty comments and scenes by myself after all--I know I'm clever, but I'm not THAT clever! <BR/><BR/>No, no, you'll just have to go on living so's I still have a foil for comedic moments at parties and the like. <BR/><BR/>And if I've learned anything from Scooby Doo, if a monster suddenly appears behind you bent on killing you, simply don drag or some other appropriate costume, along with a matching outrageous accent, preferiably French. No only does this confuse the monster, thereby give you a chance to escape, but the thought of you in drag makes me giggle in a way most evil, and brightens my day in the process. <BR/><BR/>All in all, a win-win for both of us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com