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Friday, January 4, 2008

Guess What I Have To Do This Morning?

A. Go pick up my million-dollar check from Ed McMahon.

B. Go accept my Thurber Prize in their recently announced sub-category: Sophomoric.

C. Go politely turn down the Mark Twain Prize because really, folks, I have not been at this long enough. But thank you. (Also, not a lesbian.)

D. Go to the airport and pick up the photographer from Arch. Digest to come here and shoot the AssVac. Preferably in the head.

E. Go to the dentist, because my latest filling broke off inside my gum and I haven't been able to eat solid food since December 29.


Go on, guess! And while you're at it: tell me what sort of celebratory dinner y'all think we should have...

8 comments:

su said...

at this fictional feast you should have Stone Soup. "What you don't have you must do without!"

su said...

Oh and of course it must be the dang tooth poor kid

Benzo Jones said...

tapioca

Leslie said...

F, as in "F*** NOOOOOOO!!!"

Celebratory dinner: mashed potatoes and chocolate milkshakes, because they are my two favorite post-dental torture foods. You could certainly add a shot or three of something with numbing powers to that milkshake.

And you have confirmed what I have suspected all along: Jonathan Winters is a lesbian.

EGE said...

Ha! Leslie, you had Johnny and I both laughing with that one.

Tapioca makes me gag.

Vanessa said...

Homemade amac and cheese! with puree cauliflower! Well, that's what I'm making for dinner anyway. Good luck.

EGE said...

Welcome Vanessa! I considered going the homemade mac & cheese route, but the whole "no cheese and too lazy to go to the store" thing got in the way.

su said...

Sooooooooooooo What was it?