Monday, December 10, 2012

What Steve Bergeron Knows

"While you were waiting to tell me the truth, I imagined your head was that dusty fish bowl you keep on your kitchen counter, and whatever you wanted to tell me was the dead goldfish that’s been looking at me the wrong way since Monday. We should have a proper funeral for this."

Oh!  That just about nails it.  You make the arrangements, I'll bring a deli tray.

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