No, you call me, you lazy bastard. Don't you know how to pick up the phone? Are your metacarpals somehow incapacitated, hence you can't dial the damn thing, monkey boy? Are you missing opposable digits and the damn thing keeps falling out of your hands? What's your problem? Search under the stacks of empty, grease-stained pizza boxes and see if you can find the phone and then you call me. Not the other way around.

Because that's just the way God intended it.

Sincere apologies extended to Jeff G. for stealing his schtick and for doing it so poorly, too. Honestly, all I wanted was to see if I could scan a conversation heart. I don't know where the rest came from. I swear.

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1 *snicker* Fax me? Heh.

Posted by: Margi at February 03, 2005 12:42 AM (zalxZ)

2 Speaking of PW, you need to change your info there -- it still sends people to blogspot.

Posted by: Adrianne Truett at February 03, 2005 01:37 PM (B2T6R)

3 We are talking about protein wisdom, right? I went there and the link was for the mu.nu address and it took me here. Hmmm. Weirdness.

Posted by: Kathy at February 03, 2005 01:57 PM (sQLe5)

4 Well, it sent me to blogspot... maybe it picks and chooses Oh, checking again: that's your link when you comment. You're a Munuvian on the blogroll.

Posted by: Adrianne Truett at February 03, 2005 05:37 PM (B2T6R)

5 Old cookie. Will have to change that. I don't post much at PW's site. Anymore, that is.

Posted by: Kathy at February 03, 2005 10:32 PM (sQLe5)

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