Showing posts with label Rob_Mcfeters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rob_Mcfeters. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Having all your funputer stuff in one location



Your Family is so Proud of you!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Toilet Modification

This is my friend Rob. He fixes computers for fun. He is also a fan of toilet modification. He does fun things while he does those for fun to ensure that everything is fully funned. 

Friday, September 10, 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The gaze.

We were talking about "the gaze" in my film class and how it's a man objectifying a woman then how awkward it is when a man casts his gaze on another man.

All I thought about when I saw this was "jorts" and "Rob would make these".

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Recent Mcfeters Family Spotting.



The elusive supervillain Mcfeters (center) spotted with his wife (left) and son (right).

Monday, June 8, 2009

I missed another good one.

By: rob_mcfeters on 3/3/2009 5:29:52 PM

I used to smoke while I would take a shit. Yea, it was awesome. I would feel a shit coming, so I would hurry, grab the vodka...make a cosmo...grab my pack of Virginia Slims and just party on the toilet.




Off to other matters: OUR LIST OF LABELS JUST KEEPS GROWING AND GROWING WITH EACH POST. COME ON PEOPLE, LET'S RECYCLE SOME. I'M DOING MY PART AND I CAN'T DO THIS ALONE! :|


ONE MORE THING: THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

I love you dad.

Last night I had a dream.
It was magnificent.
I dreamed I received an invitation.
An invitation from a man.
A man named Rob.
We spoke on the telephone.
Miami to Seattle, what a connection.
In his soothing voice he said, "Come son, come."
I loaded my car with a Playstation 2™ and a blanket.
I left home.
The trip was a blur.
It went by quickly and I did not stop to see Kyle Phillips.
I arrived to skyscrapers and clear weather.
He lives on a hill.
A knock.
An embrace.
Why are you eight feet tall Rob_Mcfeters?
Why is your wife brown and eight feet tall Rob_Mcfeters?
We had to go pick up meat so we went to the trains.
You paid a machine twenty dollars for a train ticket.
Asshole.
I slept on the train and I woke up without a shirt on.
My back stuck to the leathery seat.
We made it back to your apartment, but with no meat.
That night I slept soundly at your bedside.
I woke up, but I was no longer in my perfect dreamworld.
I love you dad.
:(