Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Okay, Now Really...

Fuck the Butcher. He's in the shower right now because "Sam" has an extra ticket to Bob Dylan and Willie Nelson. I will be sitting on my ass in front of the TV seething with jealousy and praying for rain. Seriously, I'm about to die of envy.

5 Comments:

Blogger Twinkletoes said...

Bob Dylan is my favorite! Wow--what a double bill! Well, put on some tunes and make yourself a margarita. Or is that a double scotch.

6/28/2005 06:27:00 PM  
Anonymous Jenny said...

Okay, so this has nothing to do with your entry, but I came here from another blogroll because I thought: tiny cat pants? Is there anything funnier than that? And sure enough, that's your tagline. I certainly can't think of anything funnier, but let us know if you figure it out!

Enjoying your blog - thanks!

6/28/2005 09:40:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

First you wanted us to hire him, now you want us to fuck him. What next?

6/29/2005 03:59:00 AM  
Blogger Twyla said...

Would that be fuck any butcher? Or just your own personal butcher?

6/29/2005 07:17:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

This is a problem. I want to punish the Butcher for having a cooler life than me, and yet I'm encouraging even more cool and rowdy activities.

So, I amend it to "Don't fuck the Butcher. Turn him down cold."

6/29/2005 08:03:00 AM  

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