January 14th, 2009

Beamer: Cough Cough

Bobby: Looks like we need a maid to come in here and clean.

Beamer: I have 5 bucks I can pitch in.

Bobby: Maybe we could talk Amy into cleaning up in here.

Beamer: Good luck with that.

Bobby: Do we even have a broom around here?

Beamer: Nope.

Bobby: Well I think we need one. Don't you?

Beamer: Maybe Amy has one.

Bobby: Been a while, huh?

Beamer: How timer flies. Oh yeah, Happy New Year.

Bobby: Same to you Bro.

September 11th, 2008

August 24th, 2008

Bobby: Yo Beamer!

Beamer: What do want now?

Bobby: What are we going to do now that the Olympics are winding down?

Beamer: What, No More Girls playing beach Volley ball?

Bobby: That's what I mean.

Beamer: But ...

Bobby: You have got to adjust, man.

Beamer: I was thinking about watching Terminator Two.

Bobby: Well, that is a cool flick.

Beamer: It's not beach volleyball though.

Bobby: Man, we go through this every four years.

July 14th, 2008

Thief

Stealing

Robbing to take a thrill

Not needing

Much

Wondering, looking over your shoulder

Worrying? No

Too sly never find me

Robbing and hiding, sneaking in the
Dark
Seamless
With
The
Night

Seeking and gliding and stumbling

Falling Hard

Blood from the wound
Finds its way
to your eye
Stinging
Mixing with sweat
Panic as the lights go

Dim
Dark
Out
Sirens
Alarms
Fog
Handcuffs

Iron bars
Damn
Head hurts, throbbing, headache
Damn
They found you.

July 9th, 2008




Beam-er: Damn.

Beamer: What?

Beam_er: Well look at this stupid thing. You have to click on it to see a bigger image you can read.

Beamer: Yeah so?

Beam_er: That's not the way it's supposed to be.

Beamer: So what actually works the way it is supposed to on the Internet?

Beam_er: Good point.

Beamer: Besides we are worth the extra effort aren't we?

Beam_er: Oh yeah. These are just riveting conversations they are reading.

Beamer: You bet ya. Terribly exciting.

6/13/2008

Beam_er: Well, there is less than an hour to go but I think we are going to make it.

Beamer: What are you making?

Beam_er: No, I am not making anything.

Beamer: Look, your the one that said we're going to make it.

Beam_er: Yes, I think we are going to make it.

Beamer: Are you trying to drive me nuts, cause it's not a very far drive.

Beam_er: Look at the time.

Beamer: Your making a clock?

Beam_er: No. What time is it?

Beamer: It's a little after 11 PM.

Beam_er: And what happens in less than an hour?

Beamer: What has this got to do with making any thing?

Beam_er: Oh My God!

Beamer: He's helping you?

Beam_er: Happy Friday the 13th, ok.

Beamer: OK! I really don't ...

Beam_er: It's all right, relax your brain.

6 / 12 / 2008

Beam_er: Would you sit down.

Beamer: Hang on ...

Beam_er: What are you doing?

Beamer: I'm just getting ...

Beam_er: What? Are? You?

Beamer: Just a second, I'm almost finished.

Beam_er: You know we are waiting on ...

Beamer: There.

Beam_er: What is that? Chocolate Milk?

Beamer: Maybe.

Beam_er: So are you ready now?

Beamer: Yeah.

Beam_er: Great!

Beamer: whats the matter?

Beam_er: I forgot what we were going to talk about.

Beamer: Want me to go get the cat?

Beam_er: No, keep that animal away from me.

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Beamer: You think that was fair?

Beam_er: What?

Beamer: That other half ass post. You think that was fair?

Beam_er: What bee crawled up your butt and died?

Beamer: I just think you could have done a lot better is all.

Beam_er: Well excuse me mister watch over thy blog like it is thy own type of stuff.

Beamer: Well My name is on this thing as well you know.

Beam_er: Point well taken. So?

Beamer: So, Uhm ...

Beam_er: Yeah and ...?

Beamer: Uhmm ...

Beam_er: Did you forget what you were talking about.

Beamer: Well I could always read the post after you post it. I didn't forget ... I don't think.

Beam_er: You are scary at at times.

Beamer: You aren't going to tell Windsong are you?

Beam_er: I don't think she has found us yet.

But it isn't a good day for me to try and figure out what to put in here. My sinuses are messing with me and My wife is messing with me and My cat is messin bbvf g rt with the frfghyu keyboard - Damn Cat / Just watch the claws

alrriiuuyhfggttt Damn those h thin ,m,m,m, gs are sharp..... Bandaids ...!!!!



Maybe I'll have better luck tomorrow.

Announcer: So Now it is the 6th of June, 2008.

Beam_er: And it's way early. I saw this posted and thought we could talk about this.

In case of Zombie Apocalypse:

95% of all known zombies can be stopped by decapitation and destroying the brain. Aim your desperate, improvised weapons at the head, Face and neck.

DO NOT SPLIT UP!
Someone will get killed, turned into a zombie and the next person to see them will go “Oh, it’s my friend. I’ll just turn my back, and OH MY GOD WHY IS HE EATING MY BRAIN ?!?!?!?!?”

DO NOT USE FIRE
The only thing worse than undead hordes trying to eat your brain, is undead hordes trying to eat your brain WHILE ON FIRE.

Beamer: Well this is an unusual Topic.

Beam_er: That's what I was thinking.

Beamer: So where did you find this?

Beam_er: This was a response to a post on a blog by someone named Crazy Lady.

Beamer: And she is an expert in Zombie attacks?

Beam_er: Apparently so. Probably lots of Horror movie watching.

Beamer: The things you learn on the Internet.

Announcer: Seeing as how this isn't even the morning, do I still have to give the date?

Beam_er: Just humor me.

Announcer: Ok, the Date is May 30th, 2008 and it's not even close to being in the morning.

Beam_er: Ok, that's the second time you said that it's not the morning. Are trying to say something?

Announcer: Gee, I don't know ... Maybe, because it's the afternoon.

Beam_er: You do know you are just the announcer, Right? The title of this thing isn't B an B and the announcer.

Announcer: It could be.



Beam_er: How ya doin'?

Beamer: I'm all right. How you doing?

Beam_er: Doing pert damn good, thanks.

Beamer: So what are we doing today? I didn't see an e-mail.

Beam_er: No, I didn't send an e-mail today. I thought we could wing it.

Beamer: Oh wow Dude.

Beam_er: Pretty spiffy huh?

Beamer: I almost pee'd my pants with excitement.

Beam_er: So what do you want to do?

Beamer: Go Eat. I'm starving.

Beam_er: But ...

Beamer: Cone on ... let's go to McDonalds.

Beam_er: How am I gonna write about you eating?

Beamer: I don't know. Your the expert blogger. My tummies growling.

Beam_er: Egads.