"That's what I like about you. You're a reliable disappointment."
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And in honor of Bastille Day:
"I'll tell you what's wrong with this country: Our proximity to France!"
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And here we have STM's moan of desperation in response to the sonorous snoring of Molly the little beagle:
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I know someone who fits the bill on the first. and love the second!
ReplyDelete"That's what I like about you. You're a reliable disappointment." THAT needs to be on a t-shirt!
ReplyDeleteHappy Bastille Day! 7@=Q
ReplyDeleteWell, you could always try towing Britain a few hundred miles out into the Atlantic....... but you'd have to get around Ireland first...
Absolutely LOVE the second one! First one is great too.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I find STM's say about France hilarious, I enjoy less stoney13's comment... No need to be offensive! ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, and yes, I'm French. And by the way, my wife is English and she does love snails.
I work with Warrius Zero. I can confirm he has no sense of humour :)
ReplyDeletestoney13 isn't offensive; he's just odd and, on occasion, hilarious.
ReplyDeleteBTW I LOVE this blog and check it daily. Comments are usually as good as STM. Oddly enough, others I've recommended it to don't find it as entertaining. I'm not sure what that says about me or them.
holli, it says you're badgertastic. they're just..... badgers! - adam
ReplyDeleteThanks Holli! "Odd and on occasion hilarious" is getting painted on a T-shirt!
ReplyDeleteAnd about your friends opinion of this blog: The fact that you find this blog entertaining proves that you a are a discerning person of impeccable tastes! An individual that sees the joy and humor in life, and generously wants to share it with others.
ReplyDeleteThe fact that your friends don't, proves that they aren't!
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