I hate to say it, but all things considered—and had I to do it all over again—I think I’d have backed that ‘forty acres and an unlimited supply of lemon Italian Ice” initiative, instead.
update: You know, it being so freakin’ hot out here and all.
I hate to say it, but all things considered—and had I to do it all over again—I think I’d have backed that ‘forty acres and an unlimited supply of lemon Italian Ice” initiative, instead.
update: You know, it being so freakin’ hot out here and all.
‘forty acres and a unlimited supply of lemon Italian Iceâ€Â
And the dessert cart rolls on …
With an unlimited supply of tasty frozen treats, you could build a freakin’ mule.
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Hey! Those glasses aren’t rimless!
Don’t be square. It’s all relative.
P.S.: What “concept” would this be?
MULIST!
tw: Jose, can you see?
I swear I had to read this over three times before I got the irony.
Some unholy combination of proofreader’s literal-mindedness, SoCal weather confusion and preoccupation with Matters Offline had me processing it like this: “well, isn’t that strange? I mean, there’s a cold snap here, and it’s, like, 50 degrees–or worse. But I guess things could have warmed up, over there in the Rockies. I wonder if the snow melted? I just didn’t realize that happened in Colorado. Maybe it’s not as different over there as I thought. I guess it’s like the way things are in Mammoth sometimes, where people are skiing in shorts, because even with snow on the ground the ambient air is not that cold.”
It’s like I’m autistic or something.