How full are you?

8/13/11 2:20 A.M.

Aliens...make us have sex and look bad. Can't even fight bad. This stomach could open up a whole new universe. Where are the rest of my teammates? I yawned and my stomach hurt. Are you sure you can't see anything on me, with your magnifying glass? What happened in class? Did the alien reveal himself? It must have been in eighth grade. Did he or didn't he? No? Ok then. I'm so full I can't control it. When I lay down, I can't see my penis. That's how full I am. I'm so tired. (Snores). 

IT GON'

8/27 2:19 A.M. 

Eric: Go! Go!
Lang: (grabs phone to record) go what?
Eric: the car.
Lang: huh? 
Eric: the car. 
Lang: what's wrong with the car?
Eric: it's just sitting there.
Lang: where is it sitting?
Eric: it's not here now...IT GON'.
Lang: (giggling)
Eric: (very quietly) shhhhhhh...shhh...(inaudible whispering, sounds like uhzha-uhzha)
Lang: it's gone?
Eric: mmhmm
Lang: where'd it go?
Eric: i duno

Lottots

8/24 12:36

(I woke up to him leaning towards me, rubbing my arm gently with 1 finger, 5 strokes. It was creepy.)

Eric: (Whispering.) Lottots. Flot tots rot tots. (Lays back in bed.)
(Loudly) We've lottots! (Throws both hands in the air) Suck it bitches. 

A Hot Night. Hot hot hot.

7/28 1:00am

Eric: Hot.
Lang: It's a little warm.
Eric: Burning hot.  Hot hot hot.  Mot in my own hetmut.  Burning my ASS cheek!
Lang: (choking on laughter)
Eric: (laughs a little) It's like when I move, hot hot hot. (Rolls over and continues snoring)