Friday, December 11, 2009

We'll Be Waiting For You (Whenever You Arrive)

"Come back little Sheba. Come to Papa. You went a little nuts. We understand. Of course, now that the fever dream has broken, you, too, realize that the ups and downs of temperature are what we call 'the weather.'"

-- Dennis Miller, hilariously trying to coax the crazies back from "the delusional skid" they're currently in - it doesn't work, y'all - not for me, the planet, or The Washington Examiner.

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