Posts From the Big (Yellow) Chair

I don’t know anything about this Foursquare business, except that it’s some sort of application that people notify about their whereabouts in an effort to earn badges about things.  To this, I say, “Badges?  We don’t need no stinkin’ badges.”

Also, I humbly submit that yours truly is the Mayor of one place right now: the big yellow chairs on the hill out back of the house.  The Mayor is enjoying a spot of sun and some wi-fi right now.  Carry on, the rest of you citizens.

Decidedly Less Emo than the Tears for Fears Version.  Less Pretty, Too.
Decidedly Less Emo than the Tears for Fears Version. Less Pretty, Too.

By junior

Guitar owner and silly person.

1 comment

  1. Catwoman: We need to talk. You see, you and I have something in common.
    The Penguin: Sounds familiar. Appetite for destruction? Contempt for the czars of fashion? Wait, don’t tell me… naked sexual charisma.
    Catwoman: Batman. The thorn in both our sides. The fly in our ointment.
    The Penguin: Ointment! Scented or unscented?

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