January 29, 2011

he said she said you said i said

dear dishes on my floor that keep clanking diary,

keebler called while i was sleeping. i called him back. he sooo funny. we talked for half an hour. before we got off the phone, i was sure to give him a verbal message to pass to the goat. the gave me an update on 489 and the dragon lady, he said that their dog had died. that's sad as fuck. it loved 9volt batteries. it ATE them as treats. then we talked about his wolf that just died. he'd had him for fifteen years. then we talked about lizard and his kids, q-tip and her daughters, and i told him about becky. we're gunna go have breakfast one of these days- i told him i'd like that- but i told him i ain't talking as long as the goat is around. i couldn't resist before i hung up, i said, "hey, next time you see the goat give him a message if you would." keebler said, "well sure, i could do that," he has this little voice, "what's the message you got for him?" so i kinda chuckled a bit and it came out with ease, "you tell him life is great over here on the DARK SIDE please."