Thursday, January 13, 2005
MG, I need you to come in here a min-- what is that? What are you wearing?
It's an armband, Nina. We're all in, um, mourning.
Oh, sweet holy hell, if I have to hear one more single word about the poor little orphans I'll just--
It's not for orphans. It's for--
Okay, okay, I understand, I get it: entire villages were wiped out, and it's not just the children, it's the poor fathers and the poor mothers and now they don't have anything, boo, hoo, hoo. You know what? They didn't have anything to start with. And frankly, when all the Dudley Doorights get sick of the mosquitoes and the muck and they parachute right back out to their caramel lattes, those people are still not going to have anything. And you know who's not going to care one whit then? The same people who are running around now waving their wallets in the air and wrapping silly scraps of fabric around their arms. No offense.
Um, none taken, I guess. The armbands are for Joanne's cat.
Oh. I see. I did hear something about that. Speaking of caramel lattes, would you be an angel? Make sure to tell them light whip this time.
It's an armband, Nina. We're all in, um, mourning.
Oh, sweet holy hell, if I have to hear one more single word about the poor little orphans I'll just--
It's not for orphans. It's for--
Okay, okay, I understand, I get it: entire villages were wiped out, and it's not just the children, it's the poor fathers and the poor mothers and now they don't have anything, boo, hoo, hoo. You know what? They didn't have anything to start with. And frankly, when all the Dudley Doorights get sick of the mosquitoes and the muck and they parachute right back out to their caramel lattes, those people are still not going to have anything. And you know who's not going to care one whit then? The same people who are running around now waving their wallets in the air and wrapping silly scraps of fabric around their arms. No offense.
Um, none taken, I guess. The armbands are for Joanne's cat.
Oh. I see. I did hear something about that. Speaking of caramel lattes, would you be an angel? Make sure to tell them light whip this time.
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