how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
We sold our cow.
Correct answers to the vacation quiz listed in the comments. Points up-to-date. We at How Perfectly Swell are going to try really, really hard to get back on schedule with the Tuesday, 5:00P Eastern quiz schedule, starting today: 20 of those "88 K. on a P." things that will hopefully be difficult but not too difficult. And for a bonus half-point: Explain this post's title as it relates to this post. (If no one else, Ed should be able to get it.)
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.