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Mommy’s Not Going To Heaven

Yankee Pot Roast at it’s best. Take that Cristopher Hitchens.


From their archives:

My Recent Rejection Slips, Rendered in the Same Manner in which Movie Advertisements Selectively Quote Reviews

A Brief, Reasoned Argument to Counteract the Two-Second Judgment You’ve Made to Buy Malcolm Gladwell’s Blink: the Power of Thinking without Thinking

And my all-time-best-ever favourite,

Excerpts from T.S. Eliot’s First Draft of The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Written While He Was Deliriously Hungry

“I have seen the Eternal Footman hold my coat, and Snickers,
And in short, I was afraid …
What if this asshole eats my Snickers?”

Do I dare to eat a peach?
Why? Do you have one?




One Response to “Mommy’s Not Going To Heaven”

  1. ha ha ha oh mr. elliott thats pretty freakin hilarious.

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