jacqueline, a realtor from down the street, gave me the james brown boxed set today. imagine my surprise. it seems that she and her husband are dj's by night, and she just burned a copy for me. it's great to know generous people.
a girl came in today with her boyfriend.
Girl: Do you sell the truffles, like, individually?
G: (slight sarcasm) Yeah.
Girl: so those are like, two-packs and three-packs?
G: that's right.
Girl: How many truffles come in a three-pack?
And the boyfriend, hiding his face in his hands, walked to the door.
thank god for intelligent people.
thank god for suzi.
thank god there is no god.
and god bless the united states of america.
what in the name of satan is wrong with us. i'm not exactly in favor of the idea to go to war with a country who we already went to war with two years past; i'm also no pacifist. but warfare should be personal, and the only thing we're taking personally is not killing a guy in the first place. if our fearless leader wants the guy dead so badly, why doesn't he do it.
by the way, i'm only speaking of our iraqi foe here... i have no beef with the killing of the binny bin, as long as we don't give out free cups of "friendly fire" to undeserving bystanders.
wow, this has turned too political too quickly. better end on a high note.
this is a quick tribute to liz, a big part of my blog inspiration.
Your mama's so existentialist, she'd let anyone Phil her Osophy!