Sunday, December 11, 2005
Apophthegms of Michael
Firstly, I would like to say the word apophthegm (ap·o·thegm also ap·o·phthegm). It is a smart-sounding word. It seems grammatically superior to the term 'saying' but not as confusing as 'colloquilism'. With that out of the way, I am pleased to present my dear boyfriend's famous apophthegms:

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
than a frontal labotomy.

Here I sit brokenhearted
Tried to shit and only farted.

He's brilliant-a real Fart Smeller.

Well, I'm drilling him for more, but we can't remember any others. Have fun with these; I'll update them as I continue to collect them.

*And for a quick reference of things yelled in my car*:
"Rat Bastard!"
"Butt Leak!"
"Damn Michiganders" (Sorry, Michael)
"Soccer Ball Sucker!"
"Fetal Raper!"
"Father Raper!" (Thanks, Arlo Guthrie).
"Chester Child Molester!"
I'm starting to think I'm not too pleasant of a driver.

Written by FRITZ
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