Saturday, June 9, 2012
Things Could Get Worse
My dad had a plaque that said “Cheer up; things could get worse. So I cheered up, and sure enough, things got worse.”
And sure enough, they did. Borat moved into the apartment underneath me. Who wouldn’t enjoy Christmas day listening to 2 men sniffing cocaine, screaming karaoke and dancing to the Beach Boys?
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