Forty Three: grrklish

Megan's masterpiece. The new iPod mocking the elderly iPod (complete with cane and all) who apparently cannot speak English and only mumbles nonsense. I had no idea iPods could be such sassy assholes though..sucks for the nasty 3rd generation. With it's lack of album art and weird, centered headphone jack..

Life update:
Had an amazing weekend, Sarah Carday came into town, we got to join in a BBQ at the hottest club in Visalia (aka the Zeeb household), went to the fuckin' CORN MAZE, yeah, that's right, the corn maze, we got all those muthafckin checkpoints too, ah yeaaaaahhh checkpoints yeaahh, even pulled one up and hid it in the depths of the corn, screwed all those kids lookin' for number 11, watched mad Jersey Shore ah yeaahh, encountered a massive creeper in a drive through who wouldn't give us our ice cream and then proceeded to offer it up for free in exchange for Megan's phone number which she gave him willingly cause she's really into molesters that work at Foster Freeze, we watched Hocus Pocus, which is ridiculous and ends in the quote, "I'm sorry, Emily. I had to wait three hundred years for a virgin to light a candle."

Hey Megan

Maybe you should add this one to your "people sleeping" post...