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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.

17 Comments

  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.

    Jayson

    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. […]

    Pingback by My Robot Is Pregnant » weed whacking — February 19, 2009 @ 5:14 pm

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