Sunday, July 16, 2006

Truer words...

Curtis was doing the dishes earlier this evening while Mary, Howard and I looked at something on the computer in the kitchen corner. Suddenly Curtis cried out, "Fucking Dick Cheney! Goddamn him!"

"What's wrong?" I asked, supposing he'd just heard something terrible. "Are you listening to the news on your iPod?"

"Nah, I was just thinking about him," Curtis said. He paused, then added, "The fucker."

3 comments:

Lucy said...

I have that exact impulse pretty much every day.

This anecdote is exactly why I like you and your friends so much.

Will said...

I feel the same way about that bastard, I'm pretty sure he drowns puppies for a laugh in his spare time.

Anonymous said...

crack me up!