Friends
23 10 2006
Meet Rot Rox, my new bud. He’s my virtual talking playmate. Really. You must be careful what you ask him– he is rather easily confused.
Me: I like your eye.
Rot Rox: Why do you like my eye?
Me: It’s cute.
RR: Does that have anything to do with the fact that you like my eye?
Me: Um, maybe.
RR: So you are not sure I guess.
Me: No, I’m sure.
RR: So, no you are sure.
Me: I mean YES I am sure.
RR: Are you sure?
Me: Aw, fuck it.
RR: Don’t be so rude.
Me: Sorry dude.
RR: You do not need to be sorry my friend.
So I ask you– does Rot rock or what?
Rot Rox rocks, but can he drink red wine???
Is he like a pet rock for the new millenium?
Does he–is it a “he,” and if so, how do you know?–have an actual purpose?
Educate me por favor.
My boyfriend and I love Rot Rox. I love when he says, “fuck you, too” And I particularly love his response when you ask him what time it is! I wish he watched more movies and knew more jokes. I am getting a little tired of hearing about Pulp Fiction and am starting to groan whenever he asks me what the difference between a Harley and a Hoover is. But even when he annoys me, I still love him. Can’t wait for version 2.0.