July 29, 2004

Twelfth in a series of real-time empirical observations / protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 12

“Um, that’s my bagel, Mike.  Get your own.  They’re free.  As in, they won’t cost you a dime.  The cream cheese, either. 

“Go on.  Go to town, big guy.”

Posted by Jeff G. @ 5:03pm
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Comments (4)

  1. Did you check to see if you still have all your fingers?

    I think O’Reilly lost a few digits when he made the same mistake in the green room in front of the cheese tray.

    Mikey likes his cheese dude.

  2. Hmmm, that’s not the story Boortz was putting out yesterday. He said they confiscated his apple and the bagels at the Fleet Center were $30/dozen.

  3. Depends who you know, I guess.  I run with the big boys.  In some cases, literally.

  4. Damnit Tman, you beat me to it.  Took the words right out of my mouth.  Well, not literally.  Not like Michael Moore going after the last bagel in the room.  More figuratively like.  And minus the bit about O’Reilly.  I wasn’t being that creative.  That’s all.

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