Monday, May 3, 2010

Mors Certa, Vita Incerta

It's Loretta's turn at the tall boy desk, as the nearby overflowing wastebasket serves as testament to her futility in trying to manage the household finances. Exasperated, she resorts to her only true talent, word play affected by ascribing literal qualities to idiomatic expressions. Who knew Easy Street had so many potholes?

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