Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The Choad Not Taken
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In regarding shirtless tonguedouchery and polluted hott, I’m reminded of the great poet, Robert Frost, who once wrote:
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two choads diverged in a pool bar in Vegas, and I—
I mocked the douche less shirted by,
And lusted after his hottie’s thigh,
And that has made all the difference.
Ah, Frost. Such eloquent poetry in the face of, well, the douche-face.
