I love the smell of schadenfreude in the morning
And by morning, I mean evening. Stupid work, taking up blogging time. That said, I did make this when I got a chance.
Also, I take full credit for the Giants win, because I didn't watch the game. But a toll booth operator told me the results. Thats how I like my news, secondhand from public servants. I rule. 19 dollars? Get out of here. Mmm, pretzels!
3 comments:
Didn't watch the game? What the hell where you doing? 19 dollars and pretzels? What is all this gibberish?
Maybe it’s the beer talking, Marge, but you got a butt that won’t quit. They’ve got these chewy pretzels ....(mumbles)…five dollars? Get out of here.
THe preceding quote:
I saved all your father's letters to me. Well there's only one. And it's really not a letter. It's a postcard from a brewery." Comic gold.
Does your vampirically named state get to participate in today's superness? Try to be sunny and not racist for one afternoon, Philly.
I can't wait for my beloved Cormac.
TD
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