how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
And then I don't feel. So. Bad.
Last post, cont.:
Best commerical (seen only once): "The Stalking Stork" (pro-prenatal-vitamin ad from the March of Dimes that was apparently done in 2000, but whatever)
Best commerical (seen at least a dozen times): "Honda Owners Look Like Their Cars"
Perhaps more later.
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I have sent my letter to VW. I will post it when I figure out the best way to do so (a PDF? type the text in this journal? I do not know), but I will continue with round two, which needith be voted on by Friday:
All Sport; asking for the recipe for All Sport or for them to send me All Sport or something All-Sporty like that.
American Mathematical Society; asking that if since my parents live 1150 miles away, and they drive about 65MPH and I drive about 75MPH, at what mile should we meet at if we each want to drive about the same amount of time
CBS; asking if they will let me have my own sitcom, "The Dale Prins Show"
Arizona Cardinals; cover letter applying for the new head coaching vacancy
Rep. Eric Cantor (my representative); asking if he would sponsor a bill moving the beginning of each season back one month
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.