Some new Cody Powell genius over at CarlosJacott.com. Get this, guys, I riffed on the whole Britney Spears marriage thing in an amusing fashion. Yes, there are no sacred cows for CWMP.
Well, I just heard a knock knock at the door, and I wasn't planning on answering it. A few months ago, I got into this big, crazy argument with some hippy who was going door to door selling coupon books. I don't want to get into what happened, but words were exchanged when I informed her I wasn't interested in coupons for bellydancing lessons. They were mean, hurtful words, and I cannot tell you the personal restraint it took to keep me from going after that trollop with a spatula. Nevertheless, as I am all about pushing the boundaries and kicking my fears in the nuts, I answered the door. And who should appear but my good friend Frito, king of gentlemen and true salt of the earth.
What with the whole surprise visit and all, I gots no time for the goulash. Instead, I look forward to a game of chess and a rousing discussion of the Middle East quagmire over a meal of quail and salted seal eyes, or whatever it is fancy people eat. I'll be back here tomorrow, full of whiz and vinegar.
Posted by Cody at January 7, 2004 5:17 PM