counter girl: “Wait, don’t tell me, let me guess: corned beef on rye, no mustard, and a side of cole slaw. Right?”
Thomas: “Better make it potato salad this time. Seems my colon no longer countenances diced cabbage. Or cocktail onions, for that matter. But that’s a whole different story.”
HEY!!! That was a PRIVATE CONVERSATION!!
HOW DARE YOU VIOLATE THE SANCTITY OF THE FOOD COURT!!
I think this series, like the food, may come to a bad end.
Let’s hope.
Helen “corned beef sandwich” Thomas died a long time ago. Someone really needs to remind her. Also, keep her away from Dick Cheney’s pickle.
-MZ
Let’s leave “Dick Cheney’s pickle” out of this. It just sounds very, very, very wrong.
Although it could explain Helen Thomas’ problem with the VP – his spurning of her offer of hot liberal geriatric bouncy-bouncy may be the cause of her disdain. A woman scorned, etc.
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Jabba, this is your last chance. Free us or die.
If her colon is giving her that much trouble, I can only imagine what condition her sphincter is in.
Now, excuse me while I go give myself do-it-yourself electroshock treatments to purge this whole line of thought from my mind forever.
Hmmmm… I seem to remember a recent post about cocktail onions and a certain child’s diapers. Hmmmm…
Sing it now children, all together:
There was an old woman who swallowed a fly,
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly,
Perhaps she’ll die.