I learned to eat a cell phone yesterday. It was tasty and I managed to make a phone call to New Zealand.
Now, my mom has a customized motorola pebl with lots of teeth marks.
She appears to be not amused.
A blog by a basset hound named Ernest puppy who is making the lives of two people in Seattle very happy and one day hopes to run for public office.
3 comments:
ernie, you're lucky the pebl case has some texture already. Imagine if that phone had been a shiny silver cased thing.
ps....i bet your mom will be bragging about this anyway. deep down, she knows it is cute! like you!
I know, but now she says her phone is defective and maybe that guy I called in New Zealand will let me come visit.
Auntie Joan,
When are you going to visit me?
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ernie, I will confer with your moms, and pick a date that works for all. Then you can start xing off those days on the calendar.
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