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Day: May 10, 2010

On the occasion that an artist dies

Vindaloo’s Co-worker: “You are crying!”
Vindaloo: “Frank Franzetta just died, he drew lots of Conan.”
Vindaloo’s Co-worker: “So, why are you crying?”
Vindaloo: “Conan is Cimmerian, he cannot cry. I cry for him.”

On the occasion that an artist dies

Vindaloo’s Co-worker: “You are crying!”
Vindaloo: “Frank Franzetta just died, he drew lots of Conan.”
Vindaloo’s Co-worker: “So, why are you crying?”
Vindaloo: “Conan is Cimmerian, he cannot cry. I cry for him.”

Henry, age 6

Kelly: What is on your shoulder?
Henry: Oh, I didn’t rub the cream in enough.
Kelly: What cream?
Henry: This stuff.
Kelly: That’s hair conditioner. Did you put it everywhere?
Henry: Just from my neck to my belly button and my arms. It smelled so good I couldn’t resist.
Salinger: What does it feel like?
Henry: Tight, dawg.
Salinger: Shut up, you aren’t Randy Jackson.

Henry, age 6

Kelly: What is on your shoulder?
Henry: Oh, I didn’t rub the cream in enough.
Kelly: What cream?
Henry: This stuff.
Kelly: That’s hair conditioner. Did you put it everywhere?
Henry: Just from my neck to my belly button and my arms. It smelled so good I couldn’t resist.
Salinger: What does it feel like?
Henry: Tight, dawg.
Salinger: Shut up, you aren’t Randy Jackson.