I said I'd provide more details today about the horrors of driving, but, alas, I'm still seeking a mender (WTB! PST! KTHXBAI!). Then I looked at the clock and realized it was 1 a.m. and decided I should push something I was going to save for later this week.
There was a piece of plastic from a coffee cup on the leg rest in our hotel room Saturday. I said it was definitely not ours.
Evil Space Monkey: "No, that came out of my shoe, remember?"
Oracle of Truth: "Why was there a piece of coffee cup in your shoe?"
Evil Space Monkey: "I don't know. I blame you."
Oracle of Truth: "I do not drink coffee from shoes."
And that's why I'm the Oracle of Truth, boys and girls. Where she wants to weigh down the facts with blame, I cut right to the heart—the kernel, if you will—of the matter, and unveil the Truth™.
Also, I had nothing to do with that thing. I can't remember the last time I had coffee from a black-lidded cup.
There was a piece of plastic from a coffee cup on the leg rest in our hotel room Saturday. I said it was definitely not ours.
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| Pictured: definitely not ours. |
Oracle of Truth: "Why was there a piece of coffee cup in your shoe?"
Evil Space Monkey: "I don't know. I blame you."
Oracle of Truth: "I do not drink coffee from shoes."
And that's why I'm the Oracle of Truth, boys and girls. Where she wants to weigh down the facts with blame, I cut right to the heart—the kernel, if you will—of the matter, and unveil the Truth™.
Also, I had nothing to do with that thing. I can't remember the last time I had coffee from a black-lidded cup.
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