Fake Samuel

So I just moved into my new office. Apparently the previous employee still works here. He keeps coming by when I'm trying to get my work done, messing with my stuff, pressing all my buttons, etc. It's fairly annoying.

So most of the time when you ask me a question, I respond with a "no." Sometimes I respond with a long, higher pitched "yeeeaass." You may wonder why this should be so. First let me rephrase that first sentence: So most of the time when you ask me a stupid question that utterly insults my intelligence, I occasionally respond with a long, high pitched, coming-down-to-your-level "yeeeaaas." As in "yeeeaaasss of course I want to go outside bozo, Where else?" Or "yeeaaasss I like to zoom the truck. Do you like to rattle off stupid comments to everyone who happens to pass by or am I just lucky today?" Or "yeeeaasss I think you should put me on your shoulders- I've only been asking for that for the last half-hour." You see, its my way of letting your know that I'm on to your little talk-down-to-the-20-month-old-cause-he's-still-a-baby game and I'm not gonna take it anymore. And, no, I'm not gonna give yo...

We received our Enn Naaa by way of special overnight delivery roughly 2 months ago. I admit, I was initially uncertain of either its function or purpose. Its chaotic flailing movements and loud high pitched squealing noises left one wondering why The Folks didn't immediately "tun off" or be "all dun" with the Enn Naaa. Or at least put it "a why why." Certainly it would have fit in the closet where we put the shoes "a why why." Anyhoo, after sticking it out with, a couple months later it turns out that while I'm no closer to discovering a purpose for this toy, I do seem to find myself enjoying it, screaming out "ENN NAAA" and "ENN NAAA SEEEPING" at random, in apparent happiness. I don't know why I do these things, but I propose that it is some sort of evil toy, sent here by our enemies to infiltrate our ranks and lure us into a false sense of security. Beware! Two thumbs up.

A wheels bus roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun roun A wheels bus roun roun roun roun taown

I've gone to the trouble if translating a song in to my own special lanuage. You're welcome. Nun bidge fawing down Fawing down, fawing down Nun bidge fawing down For nady. If there are other song requests, please leave them in comments.

Looking for chicks, whatever, and I look back and there's Aaron on the backseat and I'm like whoa dude who said you were invited? And he's like Until I have a car I'll have to catch rides with you to get where I need to go and I'm like your like barely born where could you need to go and he says I have yoga on tuesday nights and I'm like Oh. Whatever, hippie.

So my bro says this is an appropriate forum for my intellectual pursuits. I'm familiar with the weblog medium as a tool for information dispursal to the masses. I have been until recently unable to blog due to the fact that Gmail requires a name to sign up. Now that the problem has been remedied, my bro has graciously allowed me to tap into his readership, which he tells me is substantial. For the price I'm paying, it had better be. Well I can barely keep my eyes open get tired purple giraffe tomorrow