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April 12, 2007
Au revoir (mais pas adieu)

At long last I can ask the question which has plagued me all these lonely years:
Belinda Stronach, will you marry me?*
* Hat tip to The Wingnuterer who has links. Lots of links. This might take a while. For one thing, Belinda is going to have to register with TypeKey before she can leave a comment. Let's watch Industrial Symphony No. 1 while we wait. Ahh, Julee Cruise. Good times. Good times.
At least tangentially related Update: The Rightosphere Temperature Check for April; now featuring a majority in favour of natural selection.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at April 12, 2007 06:44 AM
Comments
Maybe it would be wise to check on the status of the Domi-Stronach relationship before any rash decisions.
I wouldn't want to have to explain myself to the likes of him, at any rate.
Posted by: Chris Taylor
at April 12, 2007 12:00 PM
My mastery of ancient Welsh martial arts leaves me feeling confident against the fisticuffs of any rival suitor.
Posted by: Ghost of a flea
at April 12, 2007 12:15 PM
"Kool Kat Walk" is on the iTunes right now.
Posted by: agent bedhead
at April 12, 2007 12:24 PM
I could have sworn the ancient Welsh martial arts consisted entirely of not bathing for the better part of a decade. Considering the personal hygiene of hockey players, that might not be the most effective of defences, Flea.
Posted by: Damian
at April 12, 2007 11:09 PM
Maybe hockey players are repelled by leeks, like vampires and garlic.
Posted by: Chris Taylor
at April 12, 2007 11:17 PM
I've always wondered if you considered yourself "right wing".
If Belinda finds out you are "right wing", you'll never even get to first base.
Posted by: Temujin
at April 12, 2007 11:23 PM
I do not know what "right wing" means anymore. But I am comfortable being described as "reactionary".
Posted by: Ghost of a flea
at April 13, 2007 09:12 AM
Domi is not playing anymore and therefore like Gretski is likely developing an embarassing paunch and slowness of gait. Give it a season of golf then move on in on his lady love.. She'll tire of his hairy tubbiness and be happy with a Flea.
Posted by: Gorthos
at April 13, 2007 10:34 AM
