I want to write a post about the hour-long conversation I had with the professor of a writing class I took in college (freshman year) after I looked him up tonight on switchboard.com and called him to tell him that although I was a terrible student in his class I finally understand what he was trying to teach us, fifteen six years later, but, given the time stamp on this post, I am writing instead about how I must face the fact that the days when I could pull an all-nighter and end up with anything to show for it (other than a now-empty jar of Smucker’s Low Sugar Strawberry Preserves) are officially over.
Can Botox and suppositories be far behind?
what would you personally use (as in need) suppositories for?
I was speaking metonymically–I was really just referring to age, senility, and agonizing, humiliating death by their accoutrements.
There’s just something about a man who uses metonymically in casual blog-post conversation. *sigh…*
Preserves, eh? At least it wasn’t a tub of frosting.
Death by suppositories? I’d better read the back of that box again.
All the best go-go boys use Botox and suppositories. But they avoid Smuckers.
I just realised you punned. Suppositories. “Behind”. Bwahahahaha. You crack me up.
mine is mayo on cuban crackers. it makes for embattled dreams, about mayo and cuban crackers.