Sometimes I like to pretend I am in crazyland where everyone speaks a language I don’t understand. Then I walk around speaking my own language and pretend that I am the only “normal” person around. This way, when people ask me questions in the grocery store, I can respond with, “grulick de del mio”. Then I stare at them with a blank face.
August 9, 2006 at 11:34
Hey, someone comment. I know Chet isn’t that funny and most of you scoff at another one of his posts, but because I cannot subscribe to my own comments, and he is the only other person posting right now, I need comments.
Sorry Chet, I think you are kind of funny, sometimes. Don’t let this discourage you from trying to be funny. It is that effort alone that I comment you. You are out fighting the fight, even though you are getting your ass kicked. Good man, Great man.
August 9, 2006 at 13:29
Chet, I am trying to learn your language, what does “Grulick de del mio” translate to? It appears to be some strange German/Spanish hyprid language.
August 9, 2006 at 15:03
Tschuse
August 9, 2006 at 16:32
Juice?
August 10, 2006 at 09:53
I have enjoyed Chet’s contributions to the blog. I think many of them have been comical but what I don’t like is the facist demands for comments by the blog’s creator. I mean what is this? Soviet Russia?
August 10, 2006 at 12:29
It’s a Chinese world now, you have to play game.
August 10, 2006 at 13:43
Gurt, buy Kigis anesthetizer and then you can drug everybody; once your readers are in a docile, coma-like state they will have no choice but to heed your demands to comment on Chet’s posts.