and then we went to a rum tasting and had mahi mahi banh mi for lunch. Autocorrect wanted that to be banjos.
Mmm, mahi mahi banjos.
He finally left the Assemblies of God when he was told to preach against Smurfs.
Blue devils.
Awesome. Westboro is going to picket Dan Wheldon's funeral. They kinda should hope they are wrong and there isn't a hell, because if there's any kind of karma at all? They're probably screwed. I find myself just not even caring about them. They are real-life trolls.
I kind of want to spray Raid on the Westboro people. They are so odious.
It's a darn shame that good things that I really value come at the price of allowing terrible people to go around being publicly odious.
Mahi mahi banjos, though, seem like an unalloyed good thing.
Ugh, David. How awful.
Only at my company. Mass email from a VIP today:
If you have any autographed Roger Staubach footballs that you can spare, please send to me by Monday.
I want to be with Perkins and shrift.
And also the Raid thing.
If you have any autographed Roger Staubach footballs that you can spare, please send to me by Monday.
Huh?
I could go for a mahi mahi banjo. In Hawaii. That's where they live, right?
I think we need to go on a mahi mahi banjo-hunting expedition.
I kind of want to spray Raid on the Westboro people. They are so odious.
I just want to stop hearing about them. Ugh.
I had an excellent dinner with an old friend, but it was no mahi mahi banjo. IJS.
Picketing soldier and NASCAR funerals? Are they looking to become martyrs? ...please tell me that's not the game plan.
I kind of want to spray Raid on the Westboro people.
In the immortal words of Calvin, "It's hard to be religious when some people aren't struck by lightning."