how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
I am sorry there is no Andrewscript used in Prinsiana, Grove City dude. Ed's bud Andrew and I are linguistically duking it out about Catholicism and mandatory religious doctrine. If you have not yet set your eyes upon our conversation, the Catholic Catechism requires you to read it.
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Now, if Chris Eigeman were Pope, then I might be Catholic... I don't care for "Malcolm in the Middle" as much as I feel I ought to -- I dislike Colm's homilies to the camera, and I find the parents improbably belligerent and hateful -- but they made one great, great casting decision this year: Chris Eigeman as a talented-and-gifted teacher. No one can combine the combination of charisma, intelligence, irascibility, and annoyance into one character the way Eigeman can -- see Metropolitan, The Last Days of Disco -- and he has instantly made his character the most electric on television. I can't not watch him.
oh so lovingly written by
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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.