returnitude
I have returned.
Actually, I returned a whole two days ago, but the universe conspired to proceed without me while I was on my vastly enjoyable sojourn in Montreal, so I’ve been playing catch-up. (Thanks a lot, Universe. Couldn’t take the weekend off while I was away, could you? No. That wouldn’t have been fair at all. Frigging jerk.)
To tide you over until I have grappled the Universe into a nigh unbreakable headlock (yeah — I’m looking at you, Universe… look upon my fists and despair, ya dumbass), please allow me to present you — my feta-cheese-dappled readers — with a brief factoid:
After driving for 11 hours, the funniest things in the world are (1) fruit-flavoured cigarillos, (2) satellite radio, and (3) pink and silver unicorns named “Porny”.
It’s a fact.
Believe me, I was as surprised as you.
* Photo totally stolen from Mike.
July 5th, 2007 at 3:16 pm
Wait a sec here…”Ultimate” is….FRISBEE???!!
The game that Golden Retrievers play?
July 6th, 2007 at 2:44 pm
Oh, dear FSM. Is that not the First Unforgivable Sin of Ultimate? To quote Jason, on many an occasion: “It’s not a Frisbee®™©, it’s a DISC!!”
But I believe Golden Retrievers are still allowed to play.
July 7th, 2007 at 5:10 pm
Oh, a “disc”. That makes all the difference.
July 9th, 2007 at 10:11 am
So space monkey pants isn’t a man he’s a golden retriever
*thinks that explains a lot*
July 9th, 2007 at 10:15 am
[Blood vessel in forehead throbs ominously.]
No. Not. With. Golden Retrievers.
[Blood vessel in forehead continues throbbing ominously. Local villagers retreat to storm cellars.]