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.


Blogger Sarah Bott 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 Anonymous 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 twila 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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