It’s easy to look like a goober when you’ve been outside for a week.
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I honestly have no idea what a goober is. I have heard it used my whole life and am clueless what etymological mysteries may have formed those two syllables.
And I am happy. Between the rocks, the beer, and the women, I’m doing damn good.
June 14, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Outside for a week? I bet you look a lot better than you smell.
June 14, 2008 at 6:01 pm
That is both a compliment and a divine truth.
June 14, 2008 at 9:22 pm
What’s a goober? Sunburn? You look happy.
June 14, 2008 at 10:33 pm
I honestly have no idea what a goober is. I have heard it used my whole life and am clueless what etymological mysteries may have formed those two syllables.
And I am happy. Between the rocks, the beer, and the women, I’m doing damn good.
June 15, 2008 at 9:08 pm
I’m glad you’re doing so well. You look good.
June 15, 2008 at 10:00 pm
Why are you marring that landscape with your mugshot…
June 15, 2008 at 11:57 pm
So there you are. In zee flesh. Muy bien.
June 16, 2008 at 6:06 am
MA: I am doing very well. I love this job, but it makes it hard to actually finish up that pesky degree.
DC: My mugshot is about the color of the dirt at this point, so marring is a relative statement.
N.: Thank you. You made my day.
June 17, 2008 at 9:26 pm
This is where you belong. I’m happy for you.
June 17, 2008 at 11:22 pm
I would agree with you, there