Monday, November 01, 2010

I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.

Another week of horror and shame, and boot-quaking anticipation. Sometimes reviews feel so sneaky, like I'm pouring iocane powder in all these bloggers' drinks and wondering who's got the proper immunity.


Blooming Where I'm Planted



  1. I once asked a female primate if I could see her chakras. The night went downhill mighty quick after that.

  2. 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia.'

  3. Oh, and they should know better than to get involved with a Sicilian when death is on the line. You are Sicilian, aren't you Shiny?

  4. Mama Mia, you say that to my grandmother, she will spit on-a you. Quarto d'Altino is by Venice.

  5. So I get to Godyears and the first thing I see is that lame water background. Opinion formed. Next I see an ad for rugsusa, who I just got off the phone with this morning as a matter of fact. That chat didn't go well. Beware of rugsusa's policy. Talk about shifting blame.

    However, to be fair, I start reading the first post.

    Oh crap.

  6. Ok, some of this

    is lost on me but a male Indian who identifies with Tina Fey and is self-deprecating made me chuckle. And I chuckled with him, not at him.

    Additionally, doesn't chuckle sound like something you elderly uncle does?

    Like, "Aw man, that Burt from the lodge, he tells stories that make a man damn near chuckle out loud."

    11/01/2010 9:06 PM

  7. I tried to bloom where I was planted, but that shit hole was so full of pesticides that I had to move.

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  9. I just read the first post on Godyears, and because it has a lovely story about the great VVS Laxman and also because it takes the time to talk of our moral police, I'll conclude that this is a man who doesn't have six fingers on his left hand.

  10. ... or his right hand, for that matter.


Grow a pair.