Oh, how I've missed this. I used The Method
Number Seven on the list of Most Ironic Places to Lose Your Contact Lenses: the field where Van Gogh shot himself.
Yes, grandpa uses the same wok to mix up the gopher poison -- but don't worry, he rinses it out first.
"Sure, you say that now, but I bet in the next life you go with the wall-to-wall carpet instead."
"My dear, you look good enough to eat. With some fava beans and a nice Chianti. *slslslslslsls*"
Oh, cool, my favorite party game: Pin the Tail on the Murderous Incompetent Condescending Warmongering Old Fascist Bastard. Can I go first?
When you care enough to send the very best, the least you could do is to not get your Grandmother Happy Birthday mixed up with your Afternoon Sexual Romp Thank You. "Oh, look: a card from Walter. How sweet. *rip tear open* 'My skin still burns from your touch. My tongue still thrills from your taste. The bruises are, at best, a mild inconvenience. The next time we meet I'm going to...' Oh, dear." *faints*
Not a good church to visit if you're mildly paranoiac.
Bovine Paintball?!? Has ESPN3 no shame?
Ah, yes, the phenomenon I came to know in college as "Schaefer Face."
Archaeologists were perplexed when, after years of painstaking translation, the inscriptions were finally revealed to read, "Thank you and remember to tip your waitress."
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