Shaky Constructs of Questionable Import and Dubious Utility.
I'll bite. It's a CSI post. Animal, vegetable or mineral?
I think I have it. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy if I could say how much. "Much Ado about Nothing," Act ii, sc. 1
Much ado about nothing indeed.
!Shut up and sing. "A song ain't nothin' in the world but a story just wrote with music to it."~ Hank Williams, Sr.
Uh oh! Portia's been digging throught the country music collection! You still have your boots?
[Let's see if the link works this time]Which ones?You mean my vintage hand-stitched lizard, snake-stomping, two-stepping Justin boots? You betcha, although the God-awful Dukes of HazARDOUS movie with that Who-can-forget-Jessica-Simpson? You-will-if-you're-lucky performance as Daisy Duke threatens to put cowboy boots back in vogue this fall so I may have to keep mine in the back of the closet until it passes. More the reason to zip up my Matrix-dominatrix-you-go-girl-knee-high black-stiletto-dripping-with-sex-and-power-I-ain't no Madeline Albright- boots that I've been itching to wear again since last winter. See ya 'round, Hank.
Its like the abstract art hanging in Chicago of a blank canvas. It means something really deep and insightful. "Bush Suck!" I think.
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