how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Now that I've raised your expectations, it seems just cruel to say... ...that I won't be posting very much between tomorrow afternoon and Monday morning. Fourth-of-July stuff, you know. I do have a little funny, yet poignant post that I've had in the works for a couple weeks, and I'll try to stick that in sometime to keep y'all entertained.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
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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.