Around Christmas 1995 a friend came to visit me in my newly married, presumably happy, life in Michigan. We went to a museum where we saw an exhibit of a Japanese tea room. Outside the display was an attempt to describe this exhibit. It started with something like: “Within the tea room, one feels loneliness which penetrates into the marrow of one’s bones...” and ended with the caution “Please do not enter the tea room”. I laughed out loud.
If you don’t get it, you probably should leave.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
best hit
"why is my father a douchebag?" I take some pride in the knowledge that typing this question into google brings someone to my blog.
supercalafragalistic-expi-alla douche bag, I presume?
ReplyDeletethat's funny. Google, hey ... and there you are, you and your dear old DB daddio.
Oh yes. He's beyond douchebag supreme. He's definitely the supercalafragalisticexpialladouchebag
ReplyDeleteAnd may I compliment you on your superior sense of meter for throwing that one together?