Kip and I are sitting around getting ready to see Chicago in concert tonight (which is worth braving the bitterly cold weather to head for downtown Minneapolis). We have the news on, and it's on mute. This closed-captioning line just came up:
"We bray God's richest blessings on you this holiday season."
Isn't it nice when the donkeys offer you the greetings of the season?
Cranky Pants
I fell in a pond and was attacked by great toasted newts.
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