Sunday, February 07, 2010

Phrases I can no longer hear without snickering


Gazebo/spatula/tuberculosis
Two, four, six, eight
He's dead
Que sera, sera
I hold your hand
It could be worse
Ramparts
Tracts of land
Fjords
Who's next
Warehouse
Tequila
Everything is going to be all right

And more...

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