Now that I've put my lungs back in after laughing so hard, let me tell you that none of this, or at least the second half of it, would have happened if it had been Faure's requiem that was being sung. The best may lack all conviction, but I am convinced that this is a blog of genius. For now, I dub thee Magister Loonie, and bow to your superior absurdity.
What do the invasion of Mooburg by 10,000 Holstein cows, Pupi Campo, the Etruscan language, Quonset huts, the Big Giant Nose, motorized lawn bowling, and the non-existent province of Manitoba have in common? They're all lemon-flavored.
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ROFL!!!! That's a riot!
ps-- I wear tank tops.
By Unknown, at 12:43 AM
Now that I've put my lungs back in after laughing so hard, let me tell you that none of this, or at least the second half of it, would have happened if it had been Faure's requiem that was being sung. The best may lack all conviction, but I am convinced that this is a blog of genius. For now, I dub thee Magister Loonie, and bow to your superior absurdity.
By Anonymous, at 8:10 AM
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