You see a guy with one leg, he's got a story. "Land mine '69." You see a guy with one arm, he's got a story, too. "Snow blower, bottle of whiskey." You see a guy with one tooth, what would the story be? "Well, uh, I like a lot of taffy."
Monday, July 25, 2011
Arry Pooootttter!
I loved Harry Potter. It made me cry. I was so sad that it was the end. Of course, this is America. Things do not end here. We run them into the ground until every single last cent can be squeezed out of it. So, I suspect we will get a whole lot more Harry Potter at some point. And, Yay! Maybe. Wait, those Star Wars things went so badly. Nevermind. Non-Yay!
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