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Monday, November 3, 2008

Story Bone

Mis-overheard:

"Here I am drinking grape juice and you're saying it interacts with poltergeists?"

Yeah, that's gotta go somewhere (along with a divergence on "haint blue" and how grape juice ain't haint blue).

2 comments:

Rick said...

I'm totally with you on this, one Steve. I've gotta ask the herbal woman about this one when I go down to the hills this summer. Interesting.

Steve Buchheit said...

Cool, Rick. I wonder if there's a Kool-Aid flavor that's Haint Blue, and if that would do anything?