Ow. ow. Ow.
I'm just now recovering. See, once my stomach thing subsided, I went to an Emmy party - shut up, free nachos! - and my show won, so in your face! To celebrate the stunning victory of The Office and Tony Shalhoub, and the fact that I made back a lot of the money that I dumped in the Oscar pool, I had an entire bowl of not-quite-jelled-jello-shots...and I woke up today. Damn. Fine party, very fine party. Too bad I can't remember whose house it was at, because I really liked those pants.
posted by Mike @ 5:06 PM
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6 Comments:
your pants are not the same as my pants are they.... hmmmmm!!!!!
sounds brilliant, hope you had a ball.
Good grief, Mike. You really make me smile...laugh even :)
Jello shots. Hmm. I think I need to get my ass in gear, and write a new chapter for you, to give you something else to do... at least, for a little while.
;)
Yeah, you could write a new chapter...says the guy who never updates!
Gotta give Tony Shaloub his props. Just wish he'd bring his obsessive-compulsive ass over to clean my house. :-) Jules
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