Sunday, September 18, 2011


We were having lunch yesterday, music was lazily playing in the background, when out of nowhere the wife got very agitated. "What is this pretentious rubbish" she snarled (or something like that). It's bad tv theme music spliced together in a very smug way. That's what it is, it's smug." I stared back into my tomato salad and pondered my position. Anyway, this is what she was getting so worked up about. Is she right?

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