Like there I was lost in melancholy because some nattering nabobs bought the house from Christmas Story and turn it into a mock museum shrine while,not getting a cent from it, Jean Sheperd's body lies writhing under an alligator somewhere in southern Florida, then I go to a site promising a horror parody of Christmas story.
What do I get?!?
Ralphie said it better, "Be sure to drink your Ovaltine. Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!"
I'm still really mad about this. Mad like whoa. Because I heard about y'all wanting an intern immediately after signing a contract with another design company. As in the same afternoon. Pardon me while I go stomp my feet like a child...
Too bad I don't want to move to CT...
Like there I was lost in melancholy because some nattering nabobs bought the house from Christmas Story and turn it into a mock museum shrine while,not getting a cent from it, Jean Sheperd's body lies writhing under an alligator somewhere in southern Florida, then I go to a site promising a horror parody of Christmas story.
What do I get?!?
Ralphie said it better, "Be sure to drink your Ovaltine. Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!"
Sleep lightly, I lurk in the shadows
I'm still really mad about this. Mad like whoa. Because I heard about y'all wanting an intern immediately after signing a contract with another design company. As in the same afternoon. Pardon me while I go stomp my feet like a child...