Dear Nashville,
As turned off as I am by autotune, faux hawks, and the "Nashville sheen," I am thoroughly impressed by your lack of djembes.
I will grow to love you one day.
Tepidly Yours,
Jonni Greth
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
A short conversation between me and my roommate:
Roommate: Dude, the other day I saw cereal in the toilet. How did it get there?
Me: I didn't finish my Crunch Berries, so I flushed them.
Roommate: That is quite possibly the most bizarre thing I've ever heard.
Me: Um, I don't think it's that uncommon. Some people flush their cereal.
Roommate: I have never heard of that in my life. Dude, that could clog the pipes. We've got a garbage disposal. Come on.
Me: Some people were raised without garbage disposals.
Clog the pipes? Not sure he knows, but turds won't clog the pipes, either.
Meatballs, however, will. Don't ask me how I know.
Me: I didn't finish my Crunch Berries, so I flushed them.
Roommate: That is quite possibly the most bizarre thing I've ever heard.
Me: Um, I don't think it's that uncommon. Some people flush their cereal.
Roommate: I have never heard of that in my life. Dude, that could clog the pipes. We've got a garbage disposal. Come on.
Me: Some people were raised without garbage disposals.
Clog the pipes? Not sure he knows, but turds won't clog the pipes, either.
Meatballs, however, will. Don't ask me how I know.
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