But that’s not even 15 minutes of fame.
From the good folks who brought you the unreliable Claes Oldenburg toilets.
A target-rich morning for those folks playing Buzzword Bingo.
What’s the number for 911?
Like we always do with compound fractures.
Fleming. Rolling-in-my-grave Fleming.
I’m hooked! And I’m not a silvery fish, either.
I thought that was Dean Rusk. Lord knows he originated a helluva lot of indecipherable communication.
Just kidding, Teresa. I was actually going by the glasses and the knitting needles through the skull.
A permanent record of his cussing, right there on the grocery receipt. Wow.
Did it taste OK?