The Horror

Slow day, boombox, Justin Timberlake CD.  The premise is bad enough.  And then people start dancing.

Luckily, I was able to fire off a suitably damning one-liner to crush all souls.

“Ed, I hate to say this, but you couldn’t bring sexy back if you had a gift receipt.”

Booyah.

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I almost shot my peppermint mocha out my nose. Ahh, How I adore thee. Thanks for that.