Thirsty
I wanna come home. It has me emotionally distraught. In the meantime, I'll just drink this beer in an Irish pub and enjoy myself. Any guesses as to what I'm drinking? I miss you G-Rob...
Where's My Knife?
A lonely knife's travels through America
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
Pretty City
Dear G-Rob,
I decided the drunk girl in the small town bar was just too much, so I hit the big city. If you can you guess where I am, my captor promises to pay for shipping and handling when he returns me to you. I still miss you a lot, although the warm pocket you kept me in was kind of nasty.
Love,
SAK
Tuesday, July 02, 2002
Dear G-Rob,
Today I ended up in a very hot bar. This really nice girl talked to me for awhile. Then she took me home. She did things to with me that a knife just wasn't meant to do. Please, come find me!
Love,
SAK (Swiss Army Knife)
Dear G-Rob,
Today I ended up in a very hot bar. This really nice girl talked to me for awhile. Then she took me home. She did things to with me that a knife just wasn't meant to do. Please, come find me!
Love,
SAK (Swiss Army Knife)
posted by Uncle Ted @ 9:34 PM
