When I came home from work Tuesday night, as I was walking from my car to my back door, I glanced up at my window and saw the lamp that I normally leave on was, in fact, not on. I shook my head and cursed the cats; I knew they had knocked it over and possibly broken it. Sure enough, when I entered the apartment, the first thing I saw was the overturned end table…
Once or twice a year, I dip into my Gmail spam filter to see what nonsense has been blocked from my inbox. It’s usually a disappointing jaunt, fraught with messages containing naught but Chinese characters and penis-enlargement patch testimonies, but sometimes you get a gold nugget of absolute random weirdness, and you think, Wow, who gets paid to sit around and string these words together? Because I happen to think that might be somewhat of…
Click to enlarge. Ah, I’m sure this is a prank. It’s a pretty mean one. But if it’s a serious ad and that kid wants some breast milk, well, to each his own, I suppose.
Pardon me while I have a moment of nerdy star-struck giddiness: Twisty linked to my MySpace profile. Whee! Oh, man. I’m a dork.
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