It's like crack. Seriously. I can't stop scratching that shit and at $3 a hit, it's not a horrible addiction. Really, it's perfectly normal. I swear. Bitter, smoking seniors are definitely on to something here.
Speaking of Bingo, here's something wicked and completely unrelated.
http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/
Now, I'm an avid eBay'er, but there's something romatic about trading a paperclip for a house. He makes it out to be a game, but will he still say the same thing when he's traded his cube van for a bronze statue of Jean Chretien which he'll trade for Celene Dion's solid gold above ground swimming pool, which can only lead to a swap for the log cabin that Roberston Davies and Margaret Laurence built with their own hands on the slopes of majestic Mt. Washington, BC in 1783. It won't be a game any longer, buddy. Oh no!
P.S. Does anyone want to trade for my Turbo Graphix 16 complete with the entire Bonk series of games? I'm trying to get a bronze statue of Jean Chretien. Or a drum set.
1 comment:
I'll trade... but all i've got is a day old cupcake promised to someone else... hmmm... what to do, what to do?!
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