That's it for today on the Gifford's shooting in particular, how we're clusterfucked in general, and how my motherfucking complicity makes me culpable for everything.
Apologies for no links - I'm one thin duh from Mr Creosote - but have this
and the one after this William Carlos Williams' poem:
THIS IS JUST TO SAY
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
The cheese just keeps melting and melting and melting and melting and melting and melting and melting.
ReplyDeleteThe Icebox and Witch?
ReplyDeleteIs this a C.S. Lewis post?
Oh. Nevermind!
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Wasn't it book six of the Narnia series where it was disclosed there's no basement at the Alamo?
ReplyDeleteNo, book six was the one that revealed the Alamo is made from bricks of sun dried Velveeta.
ReplyDeleteHaha, thanks for reminding me of that scene, I forgot how much I love Amazing Larry.
ReplyDeleteDo we have any of our Mexican friends with us here today?