After the Chief Inspector moved out of our guest flat we tried to fill the space but it didn’t work out. In the end we had a Colonel take up residence, in Lieu of the New Tenant.
The tradition of having a colonel around dates from colonial times, you know. There’s a colonel of truth in that, at any rate. We shall get him a popcorn maker for Christmas.
“Hey, what can you tell me about Sam Peckinpah?”
“Wait — what are you talking about? Are you referring to Sam I.M.?”
“No, you fool! I’m talking about Sam U. L.!”
Confused? Look up celebs on I.M.D.B. (O? U R D B? U N I R D B!)
Witty smart-ass and schplog favorite Andy Wibbels has us spitting the proverbial milk out the nose with his fabulous rant at smug-as-a-bug-in-a-rug Tim Ferris (known Twunt and author of the 4 Hour Workweek). Good use of his (and our) new favorite word. Although “complete douche-lord twunty asshole” is even better, if a bit over the top. All in a week’s blogging for Mr. Wibbels.
A twunt is, well, for goodness sakes you can figure it out on your own.
A delicious little bit of wordishness. We approve whole-heartedly.
Now we’re just waiting to read latest Ferris book, the Twunty Hour Work Week.
I tried beating a ride out of Flannery O’Connor, but assault and battery will get you nowhere.
I tried offering my extension cord to Flannery O’Connor, but charging a battery will get you nowhere.
I tried hitching a ride with Ms. O’Connor, but Flannery will get you nowhere.
I tried hitching a ride with a lumberjack, but Flannelry will get you nowhere.
Barbra Streisand hasn’t been singing much lately. And she certainly hasn’t been acting. Everyone is worried but I say she’s just going through a Funny Phase.
Overheard at dinner (but is it true?):
“Cancun is like, way trashier than Acapulco.”