Somewhere in Fargo…

I can’t live without my cell phone, for reals. It’s so much easier to talk to people when you don’t have to look at them. I mean, does anyone really want to deal with people after a shyte day at Taco Smell? Anyhew, Glenn and I used to call each other all the time, but it seems to get Jooj’s panties tied up in a bunch. (Heh! Now that’s a visual.) I don’t have any idea why, though, because it’s not like we’re wasting daytime minutes. I mean, we have free mobile to mobile minutes and stuff, so it’s not like we’re wasting our minutes when we call each other to get stuff done around the apartment, like passing the chips or the salsa. I wish she didn’t get all pissy, but you know, women… Oh well, Glenn and I have a better system now. We now text each other, so its harder for Joojet to notice and get all high and mighty about us not talking face to face. That’s way better for us.

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