"Fried chicken pants! We are elastic! We are elastic!"
- Random exclamations by my son, who is running around the house like a little apple-cheeked psychopath.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Incomprehensible... but deep
Posted by foop at 1:33 PM
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3 comments:
he is a philosopher, I tell you.
that kind of sounds like a line from a Phish song.
He is, specifically, your son.
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