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February 2, 2009

it’s a big world but there’s only six billion of us

Some people tell you all you have to do is ask the universe for something and it will be given. I did not ask for a painting of a man in a sombrero, and yet there it is in the back of my truck. So how do you explain that? However, I was just yesterday talking about metal detectors, and what did I see in the median this sunny Monday afternoon in the Mission…

We’re heading out to some parks this Friday to hunt.


  1. anyone seen parth patel?

    Comment by noogie — February 3, 2009 @ 7:48 pm

  2. is that really you noog? No, I haven’t heard from him since about 8th grade. Anyone else?

    Comment by Rolston — February 4, 2009 @ 12:27 am

  3. i’m so envious. i’m gonna start an east coast club with your dad (i hope).

    Comment by mims — February 4, 2009 @ 7:35 am

  4. hey noog , can you still walk on you hands and do backflips? ,,, at the same time?

    Comment by rodger — February 4, 2009 @ 11:11 am

  5. Graveyards have always been a lucky spot. Most of the good jewelry and such seems to lay in a strata at the depth of six feet. Strange

    Comment by millar — February 4, 2009 @ 3:15 pm

  6. I was the first dude to do the windmill & backspin at the Junia high times dance

    Comment by noogie — February 4, 2009 @ 5:57 pm

  7. there must have been hair eveywhere!

    Comment by donny laundry — February 4, 2009 @ 7:33 pm

  8. Uh oh. I may be spending some quality time on here…
    (Unfortunately at this very moment I have to write a tequila Bible.)

    Hey, let’s hope it doesn’t rain on Friday.


    Comment by staydetuned — February 4, 2009 @ 8:25 pm

  9. send along a scan of that bible….

    Comment by Rolston — February 4, 2009 @ 11:05 pm

  10. donny balls, beardskin and I were lookin over some laughable photo’s we all can enjoy, shall we post?

    Comment by poopies — February 5, 2009 @ 3:04 am

  11. me and noog puked off my back at the same time, we laughed

    Comment by rodger — February 5, 2009 @ 4:19 am

  12. Man, weird shit happens:-
    one mornin I arrived at “the barn” to find a unicorn in the back of my truck. No shit !

    Comment by Poll — February 5, 2009 @ 11:06 am

  13. At risk of very serious emotional injury to myself, post away.

    Comment by donny laundry — February 5, 2009 @ 4:40 pm

  14. when did you get feelings? shirtless snowboarding, dinner with deerskin in a perm, let’s all suffer the humility together

    Comment by poopies — February 5, 2009 @ 8:38 pm

  15. i’m in poopers. let’s get crazy.

    Comment by donny laundry — February 5, 2009 @ 10:28 pm

  16. oh shit barty is gonna kill me

    Comment by poopies — February 6, 2009 @ 2:53 pm

  17. […] who we introduced here, met me this afternoon in the Mission and we did a little hunting, as they say. Treasure hunting. […]

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