With Nothing But Foam Noodles As My Companion

*sigh*

Here I go again.

Once more I am at the mercy of the U.S. Postal System, for yesterday he finally got around to sending me to Danielle’s…

I’ve had nightmares of this day.

Once more, I’ve been encased in suffocating blackness (at least this time with AIRHOLES!!!), void all of all company except the quiet strength of the foam noodles, with nothing to do but obsessively check my email (travelingtyrone@yahoo.com… email me! PLEASE!)

But, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

I will finally be in some sane company (I think…) after 2 mortifying weeks with Tyler and 2 anguishing weeks with Joey. I can only hope that Danielle will not torture me by making me meet various TV characters and forcing me to fraternize with low brow human beings Joey calls ‘friends’… and I will no longer be forced to parade around You Tube like some glorified baseball on Tyler’s channel… yes… I am going to salvation.

I hope.

(maybe I should start looking forward to Mark’s…)

Tyrone

Pool Parties Are Supposed To Be Fun, Right?

I’m leaving tomorrow. That’s all I need to think about. Tomorrow. Joey had a pool party with some more of his ‘friends’. Sigh. It started off well.  

Yes. I fell in the cooler.

Isn’t that great???

 

Joey then threw me on the diving board.

All of his friends then started yelling JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! I mean, come on! Peer pressure!!

 

I realized I had never learned how to swim.

 I started coughing and choking, but then one of Joey’s friends named Lauren jumped in and threw me out, then started giving me mouth to mouth. Isn’t that gross??? EEEEWWW!!!

 

Tomorrow.

Tyrone

I Take In Some “Culture” (notice the quotes) #2 with Joey

 

Oh. My. Gosh. Get. Me. Out. Of. Here. More. Periods. Anyway, Tyrone here. So, Joey is trying to “culture” me up. Or kill me. They’re looking about the same right now. So first, he decides to take me to the movies. So I thought we might be seeing some tasteful documentary or drama. Nope. We went to see ‘The Mummy: Tomb Of The Dragon Emperor’. Not kidding. I have proof.

 

 

See. I'm not joking. The Mummy. It says right there.

And worse, Joey brought along his ‘friends’. Oh yes, he has some. I know, I know. I thought he was joking to. But then I met them. And found that they were about as crazy and PSYCHO as he is. 

 

This is me. Or half of me. In the theatre. In front of a Pepsi cup.

I couldn’t take any pics during the movie, obviously. But you’re probably happy. I know I wouldn’t want to watch it. But I didn’t have any choice, now did I???

 

Here's me in front of a movie poster that was actually good. Go Batman!! (I'm the Joker's nose...)

Joey then took me home. I thought the torture was done. Then he pulled out Rock Band.

 

Do you have any smaller drums???

That was just the beginning. 

 

*sigh*

 

This is getting ridiculous.

Then I found my forte.

 

I totally rocked out.

After totally rocking ‘Gimme Shelter’, ‘Roxanne’, and ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’, I grew a little tired.

 

In short, I fainted.

So, today was okay. Mamma Mia was still better. “Mamma Mia! Here I go again! My, my. How can I resist you?” Type singing again. Gosh, I used quotes sarcastically a lot in this post. Quotes are fun, right??? *sigh*

Tyrone