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OMG — that has got to be one of the hardest monologues to memorize — every!
It sounds like the Anguish Languish. “Wants pawn term dare worsted ladle gull hoe lift wetter murder inner ladle cordage … Ladle Rat Rotten Hut.”
Worth a stammering ovulation.
Reminds me of the time I sent an email that ended with “Sorry for the Incontinence!” (Stupid spell check auto correct!)
that was tartally assome!!
That was surprisingly sexual. Also, thank god for Firefox and its spellchecker.
Taylor Mali rules. This is my favorite: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxsOVK4sy…
What a cornisidance, I went to anal commuity colleague myshelf.
That isn’t the least bit funny.
The Family Circus is funny compared to that.
Seriously!
I loved this.
To this day I am still called a Pendant by a friend after correcting another friend who called me ‘pendantic’ at university.
I mean what was I supposed to do: Let her assume I was a piece of jewellery?