Tubers; or, I know, I know, I know, ad infinitum

When given the choice between classifying something as either a) good, or b) bad, That Guy chose d) potato. Just thought I should let you all know what’s going on in the mind of one of the most brilliant men in America.

(He walked in, winced and said, “That’s hyperbole,” and walked out again, slurping his grape popsicle. Right. Like that’s even a word.)


I’m sorry the posts have been few and far between. Last week I was busy reading ALL of Anna Karenina, the weekend was oh-how-it-sucked terrible, and now it’s the end of the month at work and I just realized I miscalculated on a spreadsheet and have a lot farther to go to make my goal. And, seriously, medication side effects: three nosebleeds in one night? Is that necessary?

So PLEASE bear with me, be patient, or go write your own thrice-accursed blog and quit hassling me.

Woe is me, I’m so put upon, etc…


The Mean Sister


~ by themeansister on April 29, 2009.

4 Responses to “Tubers; or, I know, I know, I know, ad infinitum”

  1. Hyperbole?? Must have something to do with bowling…

  2. ‘Popsicle’ is too a word…

  3. I think so, Anna – like really fast bowling. Exciting!

    No, no, Spencer. “Popsicle” is a word in America. I can’t vouch for Canada. That place is crazy. GRAPE is the real problem here. Just repeat it 73 times and see if it sounds at all reasonable any more.

    • In Canada, in the winter, everything is a popsicle. Thus it equates roughly to your American term “normal state of being”. Closest I can translate it without going metric on you.

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