This is so going to get lost out of context and out of tone, but it's too good not to document it for posterity:
Chad: What would gay farmers farm?
Jay: Arugula, bitch!
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New Year's was a blast, but I am currently living through the longest fifteen minutes I can remember. And keep in mind that I worked today, on New Year's Eve, while a blizzard intensified in the Boston area.
Chad and Jen can't get a cab, so we're all napping until they can. Except I'm not, because Chad is snoring his head off. His alarm is going off at 3:15, at which point he'll try again for a cab. Until then, snore city, and no sleep for me.
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