September 06, 2005

APSA-Gate?

So Steve-O comes all the way to Dee Cee for some poli-sci wonkfest. I sit around all weekend waiting for the phone to ring. And what happens? Nothing. Nada. Zip. The sound o' silence.

My only clue is a reported Steve-O sighting by Dr. Rusty, who was also in town.

I reckon that either Steve has decided he really doesn't want to be seen in public with me, or else Rusty ran him down with the Sandcrawler while under the influence and tossed his flattened, lifeless corpse off the Key Bridge.

If you have any information that could help solve this mystery, please leave a note in the Tastee-Bits (TM) Mail Sack. I'll report any updates as I receive them.

Posted by Robert at September 6, 2005 04:58 PM | TrackBack
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So we're eating lunch at Union Station, and I says to Steve, "Hey, isn't Robbo's office, like, the next metro stop over?" And he's like, "Yeah, and...?" He also didn't like my "Ambush Robbo at work with ink-filled AK-47 look-alike water guns" idea. Something about security.....

Posted by: Rusty Shackleford at September 6, 2005 05:36 PM

You don't bring me flowers,
You don't sing me love songs,
You hardly talk to me anymore,
when you come through that door,
at the end of the day . . .

Posted by: The Colossus at September 6, 2005 06:55 PM
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