As Unanonymous continues to suckle his righteous anger, his anonymous ally guesses the identity of an anonymous commenter. What a team!
"...or is it Bob Dorans wife again." Unanonimous is obsessed. He should come out of the closet -- teabags and all.
Unanonymous is the only one who still gives a fuck about Doran's unforgivable transgression, whatever it was.
He's also got a great, inexpensive, rolling-barrel type composter for under $100.
The inventor is one of the Humboldt Harmonaires.
Chiat's point is hard to argue with, and perhaps another eponymous law is in order:
Hodgson's Law: Award-winning wines are as much the beneficiaries of good fortune as they are of good quality.
Re: “Care for a Menu?”
"Jyrk forgot a class of people..."
Yes, he forgot the vast majority. He's so clever though, sneaking in an ugly, bigoted comment at the end. He sounds like the lovely sort of customer a hard-working waiter is happy to serve.