April 10, 2004
Vomitriplicate
Good things come in three's, no doubt you've heard. But did you know that bad things also come in three's?
For example, celebrities seem to die in tightly ordered morbid triads. (We mourn their loss)
Also, 3 strikes and you're out. Depending on which team you're on, that could be very bad.
Bad meals often come in three's for me, these days. A case in point:
Cubed Steak. Thursday night. 10.4 oz.
Cubed Steak. Friday night. 9.3 oz.
Cubed Steak. Saturday noon. 6.7 oz.
The cheese was absolutely necessary, believe me. I could've used some ketchup too.
That is absolutely revolting. Seriously, brother, if you're lowered to such a poor standard of living by this contest, maybe it's better we call the thing off.
And if you'd listened to your schoolhouse rock when you were a child, you'd realize that three is a magic number, yes it is.
Remember Three's Company? That was magic. Launched John Ritter's meteoric career.
Also note my correct use of the apostrophe. I guess you weren't watching schoolhouse rock after all. You were out in the toolshed shocking your poor dog's nads. Talk about a sick puppy. Either one of you.
Posted by: guy at April 17, 2004 07:13 AMGe'ez Louise, your right about the grammar. I must have dozed of during that lectures.
Posted by: Eric at April 17, 2004 06:33 PM