Poetic Justice
Cheat on your wife, get outed by the florist. Sweet.
posted by MyHusbandRules @ 7:36 AM
Thursday, August 09, 2007
It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm…of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash. -H.L. Mencken
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Lesson? Don't buy anyone flowers.
-the husband
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