Monday, April 06, 2009
Why I love him, reason 212
While mopping the entryway to our new apartment he stops suddenly and gasps. He crouches down and examines the flooring under the door. In a voice that suggests he's just found a million-dollar treasure he whispers, "It's the original marble lintil!"
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