Me, when voicing my opinion of an arbitrary target number: “That ‘eight’ smells like the ass it was pulled out of.”
Thank you, ladies and gents. I’m here all week.
...and by that, I mean, being completely ignorant of the larger world outside the U.S.…
Wednesday, August 7, 1991: A sunny day at Toronto’s CNE Grandstand, and what a lineup:…
The cover painting says it all.
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Heh - I used to call any arbitrary delivery date an "ass-date".
Buh-RILLIANT!