My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
For all of you Guiness fans...best commercial ever for Guiness. Related to hockey loosely, I know, but hey...it's beer. And beer and hockey go together like Wonderland of Ice and stinky bathrooms
2 comments:
the jeep has been found
lol...make that comment in the appropriate heading...but, it was found? Wow...parted or in one piece?
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