This cracked me up:
Just now received an email from Social Worker/Counselor/Forrest Whitaker Hater extraordinaire, Julia Beckner-Covert. It contained the following, which made me spit coffee all over my clean Pixies t-shirt:
"What are you writing today? I am writing a paper about the psychosocial issues of men with fragile x syndrome. They all have macroorchidism, which means BIG BALLS. Maybe even bigger than the Swayze's in Road House. Maybe the Swayze has macroorchidism and fragile x."
"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley Snipes
Monday, May 31, 2004
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I still giggle when I hear "Big Balls in Cowtown." In fact, that song, as much as I love it, has the most ridiculous lyrics. "Big balls in Cowtown, we'll all go down. Big balls in Cowtown, we'll dance around." !!!
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