how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Hate to interrupt this profundity with a simple capitalistic message, but... I am putting in an order of Prinsiana merchandise and such tomorrow at about 5:00 Eastern. Those who see me in person occasionally and those who see the Wisconsin Prinses in person occasionally are invited to participate in this order to save on shipping. If you have design requests to make -- hi, Beth! -- please make them by the time I get into work tomorrow morning so I can design on my lunch break.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.