September 7, 2008

I was going to do a blog simulcast for the VMA's tonight

but I'm 100% positive that I'm not going to watch longer than a half-hour. The state of music is a complete disgrace and the artists performing and being recognized tonight are not even worth mention in this high-class blog. Ok, you got me, I just don't know any of their names. I'm bowing out of this shitstorm nowstyle, and will instead do paperwork while the RoBeastress works on New York Times crossword puzzles. I guess this is growing up.

While we're on the subject of children, we went to Chili's last night and practiced our crayon skillz. Here's the RoBeastress' orange hot chili pepper:

Here's my Trogdor pepper:


After OD'ing on consummate V's, we adonated a lucky $13 to Chili's in order to fight childhood cancer. I recommend you do the same (and try the Strawberry Lemonade).

3 comments:

Kirk said...

Is that the Chili's right near the Light Rail that's right near the Shop Rite parking lot? Cindy and I always joke about going there, but we've never actually gone. You guys keep it real.
Nice Trogdor. Strongbad would be proud.

metheus said...

TROGDOR.... HE WAS A... CHILI... I MEAN, HE WAS A DRAGON-CHILI.... but still... he was TROGDOR!!!! BURNINATING THE CHILI-SIDE!

Jay Amabile said...

Chili's friggin rocks. I love that place. mmm. Seriously...the MTV awards fucking blowed chunks and they suck every year anyway. You missed nothing. I was bored out of my skull. I was actually offended by how much it bored me. All that money and advertising to put into a soulless, obnoxious presentation filled with shitty music.