“That’s not real, it’s like a robot. It’s so weird that that thing is real and it has a brain and it thinks.”
That’s not nice, Nathan, it’s just a frightened panda.
Archive for March, 2008
“It’s like me playing with my seventh-grade self.”
I should clarify: He was talking about a musical instrument.
“I hate sitting on the toilet without pulling my pants down.”
… followed shortly after by “Sitting on this makes me want to go to the bathroom.”
“I can’t smell farts. Once you’ve lived as Nathan Johnson, you don’t smell any farts but your own.”
I don’t ever want to live as Nathan Johnson.
“Gosh. I love eating. It’s awesome. There’s no stress. Plus, if you eat with people, you get to hang out and eat.”
Nathan is one of those guys that likes eating so much, he might do it a couple times a day.
“Puh-chased. Poh-tected. Puh-chased. Puh-chased. Poh-tected. I think I’m like … I’m starting to hallucinate.”
Breathe deep, NJ. It will all be over soon.
“I hate rain. It makes me want to rip someone’s face off. It’s just stupid. It’s dumb.”
But you know what they say about rain, Nathan.
“This officially most boring day on Internet.”
Well put, Nate.
“Ahhhh. I just had a big it–scra–what’s the word when you have a big… itch? An itch?”
Nathan has a itch he can’t scratch.
“This is like my life.”
Nathan responds to seeing this shirt: