Robbo Blog

A tale of love.  Intrigue.  And possible transvestitism.

SO.  Working hard and hardly working, AJ and I were mirred in the pleasantry of internet meandering.  He was busying himself in a prolific manner, clacking away at another stellar blog (I don’t know what you’re doing reading this one.. you should be reading his).  I was no doubt holding down the L button on the keyboard and watching the letter fill the screen.

About halfway through filling the monitor with the letter L, I hear AJ become quite excited.  Not an uncommon occurence, so I just initially ignore because I am really into getting this letter L work completed. 

Well, the clamor increases and I decide to inquire.

"Shut the fuck up!  I got an L thing going here!"

Okay.  So I didn’t inquire at first.  He continues commotioning… 

"Okay dooder… What the heck is up?"

"Dude, Robbo, you gotta see this message I got on friendster"

"A’ight.  Forward that shiz to me"

"werd"

He sends it.  It is a bizarre message from a bizare source.  In broken English, some strange gal was inviting him to the Timberwolves game via a friendster message.  Her profile was vague and fairly empty.  The picture… sultry..  shadowy..  in a hotel… possibly a man… i mean, a good looking gal.. kinda..  one of those gals, that you’d red flag at the club and make certain all of your buddies was aware of just in case.

AJ responded to her email.  He mentioned that while he was a Timberwolves fan…  all of his finances were tied up and he couldn’t liquidate anything fast enough to prepared for the game the next night.

She never responded. 

We had high hopes.  He checks daily.  Where is she…he? 

We envisioned scams.  Murder schemes.  AJ tied to a bed in a hotel room, some long-haired Russian girlman riffling through his empty wallet cursing in a foreign tongue and lashing Adam with a cat-o-nine. 

If you’re out there Marie.  Please reply to AJ.  We’re bored and the letter G is just not that fulfilling anymore.