Saturday, February 05, 2005

my buddy rob

Rob just called. It's his 22nd birthday, and he's having a moving-in party at his new apartment in Newburgh. He asked me to come, but obviously, I can't. I'm down here in Murray. As I could tell, he was drunk. But he promised me that he wasn't getting out. He's just going to sit there and watch his big-screen television, which made me feel better, of course. Then he wanted me to come to his Super Bowl party tomorrow night. I guess he was pretty darn drunk because he forgot that I'm at school again, but when I reminded him, he wanted me to tell Lyle hi. Of course, I don't know Lyle. I don't even know Rob. He had the wrong number.


hollynicole said...


Anonymous said...

that was LOL in the most literal sense.