Hi Love Bot #457 here! my friend Teri took me on a small road trip (it really was an errand trip). I don’t get out much, usual she keeps me on her kitchen window sill or in her dark purse (ps Teri I like the window sill better). But on this special day I got to tag along for some important and sweet/sad duties. First the important stuff…Ikea, to score some Swedish meatballs (I say score because Teri and her family are actually addicted to these and if they run out they start to eat human flesh….live human flesh…so be warned!)
Next I met Bobo, Teri’s other small friend that she has inhumanly glued to her dashboard and is made to listen to AM talk radio while Teri drives around town.
Lastly we got to the sweet/sad stuff (no don’t get confused with Swedish Meatballs, they are sweet/sour). I got to tag a long while Teri remembered her sweet (yeah I over use that word…what of it?) and wonderful pooch Murray. She picked up his ashes in a box that I had to stabilize on the dash while Teri drove through the mist in her eyes (nice work Teri, we made it in one piece, but the damn box is heavy so how about a back rub later?)
Hi humans! Love Bot # 9,767 here! Me and a bunch of other Bots stowed away with Gary on his trip to Spain. It was awesome! We saw some weird art (see above, weird huh?) met a ton of fun people that had a funny lisp, and made a movie with Big Gary and a bunch of kids (some teenagers too). The movie took a day to make for one minute of footage and starred me Love Bot #9767 have a look here!
Please help! I am writing this from the safety of my enclosed front porch, which I have barricaded with pieces of wood and cardboard, like a victim from a George Ramero zombie movie! The Bots are rebelling! They just grabbed some Sharpies and are writing the same same phrase over and over again on all of the furniture, “Want own Twitter, want own Twitter!” (they are simple creatures). Please rescue me before they write on all of my exposed skin and I suffocate from lack of unclogged pores!!!!…wait here is my mobile phone (an iphone 4S that my daughter has programmed Seri to call me Butt Hole) I will simply cave in to the monsters…..there I have done it ….the noise inside has ceased……..please follow the demons so they don’t try and filet me with a paper clip in my sleep at https://twitter.com/botjoy God save me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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