November 24th 2005

I will continue to write in this blog until the day I die... August 17th 2015.

The past 10 days of my life have been a blur, as I spent them robo-trippin with my Aunt Maggie's 10 year
old son at the Sunset Sun Hotel.


Sunset Sun Hotel

9:00 pm

Room 212
The two surviving members of the Tom Selleck fan
club trim their mustaches and cry.

Room 514
Tom Selleck tries on hundreds of flowered shirts, yet
none of them feel right anymore.



Rm. 117
(Henry Titley is on the phone, long distance)


Henry:: Hey! What is up?!
Mystery Man:: Not too much...(cackling)... just playing Cranium with
Patrick Swayze.
Henry:: Really? me too.
Mystery Man:: fo’ sha.
Henry:: hahahahahahahahaha
Mystery Man:: hahahahahahahaha
Henry:: Any tips on how to get him to leave?
Mystery Man:: hahahahahahahahahaha
Henry:: hahahahahahahaha

(Henry hangs up the phone and moves his game piece to the green square.)


Rm 33

(Amy Toemagic is under the covers of her bed and talking to herself)

Amy:: Michael Jordan IS the greatest backsketball player ever...hands down.

Rm 223

(Harrison Ford is riding a giant mechanical bull)

Rm 79

(pop sensation Nick Lachey and rap/fashion mogul P Diddy are huddled together
in a tiny bathtub)

Nick:: Is that yellow rubber thing a rubber ducky?
P. Diddy:: no.
Nick:: L O L !
P Diddy:: (scared) what is it then?
Nick:: (announcer voice)Conannnnnnn O’ Brriiiiiiieeeennnn!
P. Diddy:: (wildly coughing)
Nick:: (now holding hands with Conan Obrien in the tub)