![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetI'm looking for an address in Basel while the musical stylings of Ms. T. Basil play on 80s internet radio. Coincidence?!
And I'd wager that the leftover lasagna I'm going to eat soon is flavored with the obvious herb. Assuming Buddy Cianci put it in his pasta sauce.
It seemed wrong, somehow, to open that jar, as though we should save it for the day when Mayor Buddy is once again free to walk among us and wear his toupee. But that would have meant going to the supermarket for a different brand, and you have to draw the line somewhere.
And I'd wager that the leftover lasagna I'm going to eat soon is flavored with the obvious herb. Assuming Buddy Cianci put it in his pasta sauce.
It seemed wrong, somehow, to open that jar, as though we should save it for the day when Mayor Buddy is once again free to walk among us and wear his toupee. But that would have meant going to the supermarket for a different brand, and you have to draw the line somewhere.
