Saturday, October 31, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Backlog
I was thinking about getting Anna Karenina. Marion just finished it, said it was a good read.
I was once raped by Marion Barber. I tried to make him stop, but he just said, "Do you know who I am?" Needless to say, I do now.
I would hate to drink with Marion Barber. Take one sip, put your beer down, and look away for just a second . . .
I hate eating pizza with Marion Barber. He has no qualms about taking the last slice. . . but he's great for Thanksgiving leftovers.
Marion's PR team needs to get him personally involved in his website, because shit is totally incomplete.
So I asked Marion if I could see his Hilights magazine because I enjoy the challenging puzzles and he's all, "When I'm finished." But it's like, come on, man. You're using pen.
When you're painting your house, Marion Barber is a great friend to have. The job gets done.
When Marion was a child, Mrs. Barber never had to ask him to finish his vegetables.
Marion Barber was both the the pilot of Enola Gay, and the first guy to take a sledgehammer to the Berlin Wall.
I was talking with Marion Barber the other day, and our convo started going in a direction he didn't like, so he said, "This conversation is finished." And it was.
Marion Barber hates overtime games.
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