I've got nothing to write about tonight. Rather than mailing it in like I usually do in these occasions, I've decided to search the web for the phrase "Cody is" and then make dumb remarks about the results. Eat it up!
Cody Is Rodeo. I'd be impressed to see a one man rodeo in real life, unless of course the one man happens to be me. In that case, I'd be worried about getting a hoof in my mouth. I've never even been to a real rodeo, which makes no sense to me because it's the one venue where there are both clowns and bulls attacking people.
Cody Is a Nutritional Repressor of Flagellar Gene Expression in Bacillus subtilis. Hmm, I understand roughly 3 words of all that. Does this make me good or bad? Whatever the case, I'm going to keep on nutritionally repressing the flagellar gene expressions because I don't give a damn what society thinks. Leave me and my Bacillus subtilis alone!
Cowboy Cody is a rootin'-tootin' cowpoke that will liven up your desktop. It's about damn time someone got the point of this website. If I have to do it all by myself, I will bring rootin' tootin' cowpokery back to the forefront of the web. You have my word on this both as a gentleman, and as the last of the cowboys.
I love Cody. Cody is hot. Cody is sexy. I want to have Cody's babies! I miss Cody. This certainly isn't the first time I've stumbled across such sentiments. Reading that story, I quickly went from being flattered to being terrified; it's like some demented 7 year old is obsessed with my genitals. I'm going to be honest: that will negatively impact the author's chances of having my babies. However, beggars can't be choosers, so she's still in the running.
Cody is now laying in front of the patio door and making the weirdest sounds, not quite a meow, not quite a chirp. I don't know what's going on here. Either I went over to this guy's house and started speaking in tongues, or I'm part of an extremely surreal game of Charades where I'm trying to imitate a paralyzed cat bird. Or maybe it's just a Silence of the Lambs type situation where this guy has kidnapped me to make a skin suit. I don't like this one bit, Mike Cohen!
Cody is just tooooo precious! Guilty as charged.
Posted by Cody at March 30, 2004 6:06 PM