...could it have been HOW you asked me...
...or could it have been WHAT you asked me...
...maybe it's WHEN you asked me...
all i know is that YOU'RE ON FUCKIN' CRACK...
I am facing man's greatest dillema at the moment... I have to take a monstrous poo, yet I have no TP or any other kind of paper product in the house. I'm considering going with some bubble-wrap I've had around since last Christmas, but the flush factor can't be good; the only other alternative is going with an old pair of socks that are past their prime. I don't think my chances of flush success are much greater with thick cotton though. Why, oh why, can't Albertheijn be open past 5pm?!?!
Ok any long time reader of The Crack knows that I bag on my people like the bitter yellow oreo that I am, but for once my people have pulled through and have traded asinine contrivance for genuine ingenuity. This will no doubt replace cardboard cutouts as the new paradigm for shirt folding, but until then, consider yourself part of the enlightened few:-)
Have any of you guys heard about the rumour that Dubya was wearing a wireless transmitter during the debates? This article, while complete heresay, is one of those things that make you go hrmmm (copyright 1989-1994, "The Arsenio Hall Show").