You, upon resigning yourself to seeing Manos Live: “S’pose I oughta. Torgo’s knees ain’t gettin’ any more bulbous…”
Must be summer ‘cause 5:00 AM, a murder of crows outside my window were shrieking like a bunch of gut-stabbed community theater witches.
In other words, Begun the Crow Wars have.
It’s painful to think that if I live an average lifespan I’ll probably have to endure at least two more people trying to convince me that puns are actually a very sophisticated, well-developed and hilarious art form.
“
It’s been nearly 20 years — is it time for me to stop making fun of my friend who earnestly suggested his girlfriend get a prostate exam?
