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tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
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November 27, 2007

in my truck


had some straw and cotton in my truck…


  1. how long you gonna drive around with that stuff in yer truck? sell the straw, hang the cotton from the ceiling and make bread out of those pumpkins…there’s an answer for everything. or you could use all of those materials to stage an amature production of a birth of a nation.

    Comment by Scruffy cat — November 28, 2007 @ 3:59 pm

  2. oooh! I like the idea of staging Birth of a Nation in your truck with some pumpkins. Great association, Scruffy cat!

    Comment by dastard — November 29, 2007 @ 12:28 pm

  3. Even amateur cat typists can spell-check anymore. So says my cat.

    Comment by Me again (Nick) — November 29, 2007 @ 3:22 pm

  4. well i guess yer cat is smarter. (n)ick.

    Comment by scruffy cat — November 29, 2007 @ 9:19 pm

  5. I couldn’t figure out what was misspelled, till I spell checked the whole thing.


    or maybe scruffy meant a “not mature” production, which is possible.

    and what about grammar checks anymore?


    Comment by Rolston — December 1, 2007 @ 10:00 pm

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