I kant unseed what I sawded. EVAR.
Don't worry, he's just chopping broccoli.
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Gee and I keep hearing, a mud pack is something other then what I...sawd.
Oh wait, that's fudge pack, sorry Hitch.
Posted by El Cid | October 16, 2007 6:10 PM
Posted on October 16, 2007 18:10
I will never, ever again complain about his drinking.
Posted by CGHill | October 16, 2007 8:15 PM
Posted on October 16, 2007 20:15
"Our generation's Orwell"?
We are doomed.
Posted by aelfheld | October 17, 2007 2:09 PM
Posted on October 17, 2007 14:09
Somehow I don't see Orwell going for a Brazilian wax and a mudpack. He once wrote instructions on the proper way to make tea: use an iron pot, Indian tea, brew it until it was as dark as coffee, and serve it only with milk -- no cream, no sugar. Gah!
Posted by Andrea Harris | October 17, 2007 2:57 PM
Posted on October 17, 2007 14:57