A Thought for Every Once in a While
Do you suppose Eskimos ever wake up in the morning and say, "Holy shit, it's cold! Screw this! Hook up the sled; we're going to Florida"?
posted by The Holy Grail Press at 11:46 AM
Saturday, February 11, 2006
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- Name: The Holy Grail Press
- Location: Springfield, Missouri
Michael Soetaert broadcasts his ideas from deep within the wooded glades of deepest, darkest Springfield (home of cashew chicken). He is often aided by the small woodland creatures that hide beneath the sofa, sneaking out at night to terrorize the cat. The doctors say he is showing improvement (Michael, not the cat). The doctors are hopeful he will stop referring to himself in the third person.
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