but I need the eggs

Although he is 38 years old now, A. still hates Woody Allen. I was reading this Tina Fey article in the New Yorker and it made me laugh out loud, so I just had to read aloud to A. I did and he didn't get it. Thing is, the piece I read was not a Tina Fey original but a little tidbit in the same article from "Annie Hall." At least A's consistent!

Judge for yourself:

This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs."

Burberry Incognito

My Mom wears huge black Burberry sunglasses (which I, coincidentally, bought for her) and she says that she loves the feeling of not being seen that you get when you wear huge black Burberry sunglasses. Today, as I browsed the racks of cheap knockoff wares at --- gag --- Forever 21, I felt much the same way.

Juicehead

ButterBaby is thinking about retiring sarcasm and embracing lovingkindness. How about looking at the coffee cup half full for a change? Oops. Empty again. Drats. Anway, ButterBaby thinks that unless she can invent South Park, which has already been invented by Trey Parker and Matt Stone, and much better than ButterBaby could have envisioned it, she better calls it quits.

Reasons to Retire:
1. ButterBaby can't type anyway
2. flowers in the spring are so lovely
3. now that ButterBaby is more alkaline due to compulsive green juicing, she just doesn't have the venom it takes
4. tsunamis
5. blogging is a dead language, much like Latin

On the other hand, the world is still populated by doucheboats that need to be commented on.

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