Thursday, March 23, 2006
Please allow me to shamelessly promote Windy's art. Even if I weren't already biased due to her being my wife and all, I'm pretty sure I would enjoy having an original painting hanging on my wall. Because she lives with me, I have the pleasure of seeing all of her art all over our apartment, without having to pay for anything. If you trust me (as you obviously should), I suggest you browse through the above links to find that special work of art that your bare walls have been crying about for the past couple months. Stupid walls.
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9 Comments:
Don't ever tell me that you don't have time to make me a sandwich again.
Oh- and Glen- I'm glad you said that jeff reminds you of Steve Zahn- i've told him that before and he won't hear it... well actually, he just looks at me with no expression.... but since we have come to the conclusion that jeff is nonconfrontational, that may be his way of not hearing it.
Man walks into a bar.
...Ouch.
Zing!
dude jeff, you ruined my favorite joke. 3 strings have to go into a bar or it just doesn't work. tony danza. (that td part was written with a disappointed tone).
WOAH dude! calm down, sister. just because you are getting older doesn't mean you should throw around insults.
knock knock.
the interrupting cow.
MOO!!!!!!!
upting cow who?
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