My girlfriend insisted on doing another post
Incredibly, after rereading this, my girlfriend still wanted to dictate another blog post. Blame the influence of that plonk Fuzion.
You should wear a scarf!
Like who? Who’s Émile?*
Oh! Toula’s boyfriend! Yes, like that! Just not like Kill Bill. Bill Carradine. David Carradine, I mean. Don’t wear a scarf like that. Or like Christopher Hitchens.
Michael Hutchence. Him! Oh, you should download that! [singing] “Two worlds colliding! They could never … tell us … apart!”
It is? Well, it could be “never tell us apart”. We look alike. Just, I’m the one with the hair. You’re the one with the penis.
* We ran into my former housemate Toula on the Danforth yesterday, and she was with this guy named Émile who was wearing a scarf tied around his neck. There are three ways one can tie a scarf around his neck: like a cowboy, like a boy scout, and like a Frenchman. Émile, perhaps not without some justification, had opted to wear it like a stinking Frenchman.
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