Sunday, September 26, 2010
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- I don't seem to have a new post for you ...
- René Magritte turns it up a notch for the postseason
- This might even mean a new coffee machine!
- Thou shalt not ignore the memo
- There's no room for creativity in pinching a loaf.
- I've never even seen the other side
- I can't hit those high notes any more
- Must be that mouse I ate.
- If I'm lucky, maybe I can catch a little of Justin...
- I can't remember where we left the car.
- What is Thank You Sir, Have A Nice Day?
- The Phantom considers his post-Opera career choices
- That Piggy woman kept coming on to me. Didn't lik...
- I'll call you back when I think of something else.
- Laughter might be the best medicine, but what if y...
- Also, we all want our backs to the wall.
- I can see that feller's saddle sores from here!
- A month at the most. Maybe spring. I'll call you...
- I can play the chainsaw, if you've got one.
- His new right hand man.
- Just don't be there when it hatches.
- Some time between salad and dessert would be perfect.
- Stop beating around the bush, taco cheeks.
- He's beautiful on the inside.
- That's not a leaf, Darlene, that's penguin poo.
- Hold your horses, youngster, we're trying to talk ...
- I **** U
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2 comments:
Magritte is just so complicated and deep. I want to explain him and then bite his face. Or vice versa.
Profound.
Vodka, I'm told he tastes like Granny Smith, but nobody seems to want to verify that.
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