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Well, the worst has happened. Well, not really. It just seems bad.
Our family downgraded from normal TV to.....play scary music here.....basic cable (screams of bloody murder). We have about thirty channels, half of which are in spanish and half are news. No more ESPN. Nothing. We couldn't afford TV anymore.
The cable company did mess up, though. We still have comedy central (score!).
But hey, as my cousin put it when we told him that our new dog was named Ed: "So, is it a girl, or what?" Keen observations like this are a family tradition, passed from generation to generation, skipping the intelligent people that didn't go to the passing ceremony.
Speaking of ceremonies, I'd like to give a shout out to my grandparents (dad's parents), Russ and June, who not only are they grandparents of 20 children, and, any day now, are about to become GREAT grandparents, but are also celebrating their 50th annaversary on Saturday. It's interresting. Their celebration (massive celebration. they've invited everyone they know.) is on saturday, they could be great grandparents on saturday, and my dad (their oldest) could be in jury duty on saturday. How wonderful! So, congratulations, Russ and June Beaulieu!!!
But hey as my cousin, who is named, really, Tom Brady, described his miniature shnauser: "He's a cross between a cat and a gay muskrat." Alright, Tom! Stay away from my house!
Finally, for all stupid people, as mentioned in my last two entries into the life of a moron, I have two surveys going on until I intend to close the polls next week.
First, a survey on the worst song ever. Second, a survey on the best imaginable band name. Each person can send as many entries as they want, but each entry only once. OK?!
"...and she's buying a stairway to heaven..."
Thank You.
Alright, I hate to say goodbye, but...
To my adoring fans, send in entries, and be on the lookout for mating cats and gay muskrats.
Our family downgraded from normal TV to.....play scary music here.....basic cable (screams of bloody murder). We have about thirty channels, half of which are in spanish and half are news. No more ESPN. Nothing. We couldn't afford TV anymore.
The cable company did mess up, though. We still have comedy central (score!).
But hey, as my cousin put it when we told him that our new dog was named Ed: "So, is it a girl, or what?" Keen observations like this are a family tradition, passed from generation to generation, skipping the intelligent people that didn't go to the passing ceremony.
Speaking of ceremonies, I'd like to give a shout out to my grandparents (dad's parents), Russ and June, who not only are they grandparents of 20 children, and, any day now, are about to become GREAT grandparents, but are also celebrating their 50th annaversary on Saturday. It's interresting. Their celebration (massive celebration. they've invited everyone they know.) is on saturday, they could be great grandparents on saturday, and my dad (their oldest) could be in jury duty on saturday. How wonderful! So, congratulations, Russ and June Beaulieu!!!
But hey as my cousin, who is named, really, Tom Brady, described his miniature shnauser: "He's a cross between a cat and a gay muskrat." Alright, Tom! Stay away from my house!
Finally, for all stupid people, as mentioned in my last two entries into the life of a moron, I have two surveys going on until I intend to close the polls next week.
First, a survey on the worst song ever. Second, a survey on the best imaginable band name. Each person can send as many entries as they want, but each entry only once. OK?!
"...and she's buying a stairway to heaven..."
Thank You.
Alright, I hate to say goodbye, but...
To my adoring fans, send in entries, and be on the lookout for mating cats and gay muskrats.