this is Sjolinds, the wonderful chocolateshop.
these are some of the Sjolinds people. (left to right: Melissa, Tracy, Smelly and Sarah)
yep, you saw right.
State Street...
This is the wonderful hat shop. beautiful!
i thought he would look better like this...
Ragstock is wonderful, as i said before.
the one and only photo i could get of the inside.
Madison is known for its blatant homosexuality, and this young man we saw was one of them (look at the frilly shirt...)
a Russian officer found on the streets.
some young punk at the coffee/chocolate-shop
Melissa in her wall-crafted mustache.
so that's it. now look at the clock again. do the math, and know that i wasted that much time of your life.
23 comments:
Oh, beautiful, beautiful.
I want directions to Sjolinds, and I want them NOW.
Er, just kidding. But you have motivated me to go, just because the name is funny, and I just spent about four minutes figuring out how to say it.
that young punk looks strangely familiar. I wonder why....?
Two. Two minutes of my life, gone. What are you doing with them??
It would've been less, but i kept wincing and turning away, which made it take somewhat longer.
(This is Maggie.)
LOL... This made me miss y'all *so* much.
-the never sarcastic girl
Two minutes? Count yourself lucky, Maggie. It took me THREE! Three long, harrowing minutes, forced to stare at some flickering screen desplaying PICTURES?!
And of scary, ugly, smelly old chaps, as well.
Freddy:
well if you're ever around we'll have to Hungarian Phrasebook them.
the punk hangs around, you might have seen him about.
Maggie:
I am doing malicious experiments with both those minutes. im trying to mutate them into three. eventually i will take over your life!!!
Anan:
no, never sarcastic. ever.
oh, and Freddy:
I apologize. it won't happen again (until tomorrow)
oh, and Freddy again:
nice picture
Bob, Bob, and, uh, Bob:
I saw complete John Cleese's How to Irritate People for the first time tonight. I've gotten ideas. You have been warned.
You are not forgiven, Bob. Neither for today, nor tomorrow.
Ha, gratias.
By the way, you wouldn't happen to be missing a hunting knife, would you?
oh no...
um, no, i don't think. what kind?
Yes. Be afraid.
Gerber. In a black case, rather dull.
one minute. ha!
not a big fan of Gerber. the only one i have is safely in my pocket *fondles knife*
two minutes. haha!
I love fake moustaches!!
We bought some for my brother for X-Mas, and we put one on my sister. I laughed so hard I choked.
[enter soft, annoying, I'm-about-to-point-out-
something-the-rest-of-y'all'd
-rather-overlook cough]
Quote:"fine. you wanted them, now you have them. i hope you're happy."Endquote.
Upon looking at the post that these pictures relate to, I find no requests for pictures, which means that you put them up to torture us by your own free will! And you denied it, on top of that! How shocking!
Charge him, your honor! Charge him, I say!
I plead insanity!
Well, then I'll just have to say that you must've been insane while pleading insanity, and therefore couldn't know what you were doing, and so your pleading such a rifrikerous thing is... well, rifrikerous! So THAR!
Did any of that make any sense at ALL?
you know what's scary? it did.
That is spooky.
in that case i plead the 5th.
You mean you murdered someone?
Oh. The fifth amendment. Well, we can always think up some other reason.. hmm.
Um. Big Brother doesn't like you. Will that do, sir?
I smell
yes, that will do. I'm so screwed.
You are.
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