Friday, March 7, 2008

Sorry, Boy...

but you're not getting the remote control. No matter how much you cry, no matter how wily and patient you are... you're not getting the remote control. Your mother doesn't get the remote control. The relatives don't get it. I get it, because it's my remote control.

Old-time men will talk about marking their manhood by owning a business; going hunting; staking a claim on land. I've got a TiVo control.

Sorry, Boy.

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