Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Saturday, March 13, 2004

Now this is truly odd -- a room full of Mastandreas and all we have here is eerie silence. It's unnatural. It's unhealthy. Mastandreas not telling stories? Next there'll be Mastandreas eating macaroni without gravy. Espresso without Anisette. Bagels without swiss cheese.

I got an IM from Steve earlier. He said he had Mark with him. I call on them to post here the tales of this weekend's adventures. I also call on Vito to get signed up with this thing and send invites to our long-lost cousins in Bari. I call on Bazzukajoe to relate to us all that he has eaten while driving in his car this week (with footnotes on the crumbs that accumulated on the floor mats).

As for me, I'm home with da boyz while Alane shops at Kohl's. Maybe she'll buy me some socks. Got the news on TV. They're interviewing a moron who has just declared that favoring tax cuts is the equivalent of class warfare. I am disgusted. I watch TV to get disgusted.

What would Uncle Viny say?

Can you believe this guy?
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