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November 06, 2007
Why I Love My Bride, Part MCMVXII
You've just got to love a gal who, as I type (and drink, natch), is cooking a meal combining organic veggies from the Commie Store and Velveeta.
Posted by Mr. Bingley at November 6, 2007 05:12 PM
Comments
That would sound better if you omitted "organic".
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at November 6, 2007 11:53 PM
ALL veggies are organic. So is meat.
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at November 7, 2007 08:33 AM
Is goddess. Yer wife. Does Ro-tel make organic stuff? That might be worth pursuing, no?
Posted by: Susanna at November 7, 2007 09:42 AM
As Goering might have said, "Whenever I hear the word 'organic', I draw my pistol...."
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at November 7, 2007 10:44 AM
I thought Goering said "dissent is the highest form of patriotism"?
I think he also said "who cut the cheese?"
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at November 7, 2007 11:31 AM
I think he also said "who cut the cheese?"
No, that was Hitler
BTW, I think we can safely say that we haven't invoked Godwin's Law, as any Nazi references are for hysterical reference only.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at November 7, 2007 03:51 PM