Tip Your Veal, Try The Waitress
You know, I'm not a total loony. In many ways, I'm more rational than one or two of you. Maybe. For example, I think Hitler was wrong about a great many things. He quit on his painting career way too quickly; he should have really pursued that. I suspect he would have had a much happier adulthood if he had just stuck with the art thing and laid off all that sordid race hatred and genocidal whatnot.
But if I may defend him for one moment, I think I get the whole moustache thing. Sometimes shaving that thing is just more than I can handle at that hour in the morning. My philtrum is so deep and impossible to shave sometimes that I can imgine Luke Skywalker flying his X-wing down it with a mess of tie fighters chasing him. Seriously, if Stella had a groove this deep, there wouldn't have been much of a movie.
I need a third punchline, and then I can put this topic away, maybe forever.
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There's a waiting to exhale joke in there somewhere, which you could probably find if you hadn't lost your contacts in your philtrum.
You're a funny dude, chico b. A lot of the websites I read don't have good comedy like yours. Anymore. Hint-fucking-hint.