"Santa died for our gifts and rose from the dead and moved to the North Pole and because of that, every year Santa comes down to forgive us our sins and give us eternal presents."
- Jazmine, explaining "the true meaning of Christmas" to Riley in "A Huey Freeman Christmas," a.k.a. The Boondocks Christmas Special.
That show is frickin' hilarious.
Showing posts with label one-liners. Show all posts
Showing posts with label one-liners. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
New Feature!
So I returned to work last week and have not had even a second to pick my nose*, never mind write a coherent blog post. Since this seems to be an overarching theme which runs throughout 9 out of 10 of my blog posts, and over which I have a disproportional amount of guilt, I am going to start a new feature at Mama Blah Blah.
Are you ready?
Are you sure?
Here it is. Because I have limited time, I'm going to post one-liners. These may be things I have said or overheard or that other people have said to me or that I pick up off the bathroom wall. I will try to post them in context, which will involve more than one line, but they will be for the most part very brief posts.
Today's one-liner, which was actually said yesterday, is:
"Once again, not having won the lottery, the [Blah Blahs] head off to work."
Said by Sweet Dub, approx. 6:30 am, as we looked at each other mournfully, me in my bathrobe, he fully dressed and about to walk out the door. I hate Mondays.
* Not that I would ever do that. Isn't that what coat sleeves are for?
Are you ready?
Are you sure?
Here it is. Because I have limited time, I'm going to post one-liners. These may be things I have said or overheard or that other people have said to me or that I pick up off the bathroom wall. I will try to post them in context, which will involve more than one line, but they will be for the most part very brief posts.
Today's one-liner, which was actually said yesterday, is:
"Once again, not having won the lottery, the [Blah Blahs] head off to work."
Said by Sweet Dub, approx. 6:30 am, as we looked at each other mournfully, me in my bathrobe, he fully dressed and about to walk out the door. I hate Mondays.
* Not that I would ever do that. Isn't that what coat sleeves are for?
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