When viewed at the right angle, I always used to say that Jarrett and Desiree, the most unblemished and popular kids in school, held an uncanny resemblance to 2-legged goats. And then they invited me to sit at their lunch table, and I stopped saying it. This current situation, of course, has absolutely no relevance:
Owen Good is the hottest man alive. A prince. A god amidst dog mode.
Posted by Sir Cucumber at 10:57 PM on Sunday, April 27, 2008