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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12/12/2007 at 10:23 am
K
I almost shot my peppermint mocha out my nose. Ahh, How I adore thee. Thanks for that.