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Having always been a bit fruity with his speech, upon seeing his wife’s goth-encrusted nephew, he asked, ‘Whence came this dark-eyed boob, who darkens our door with his cosmetically-challenged eye black and soils our throw rug with his humorously elevated boots that reek of self-hatred and hound poop?’
August 11, 2008 at 4:32 PM ::
Are you sure he was goth and not emo or scene? Which is, I guess, to say, does not hound poop by any other name smell as sweet?
'mouse on 08/11/08 at 04:54 PM ::
Requesting your permission for the use of the phrase “Whence came this dark-eyed boob?” as often as the situation warrants it. If you want to talk royalties, or licensing fees, I’m willing.
bakerina on 08/11/08 at 05:15 PM ::