It has long been a thing of beauty and a driver of religious fervor as sacred images appear in common ordinary things. From the Virgin Mary showing up in someone’s grilled cheese to her son in an oak tree, many have been visited by their Gods and gods.
So it is with great aplomb that I announce a visitation by one of my heroes. As Mockerena, Dame and I dined at a local eatery, I gazed ever so lovingly upon Dr. Gregory House MD’s visage in my applesauce. HALLELUJAH!
It has been positioned by my dearest friends that there exists a distinct similarity between House and little ole me…and today, gulping down Irish Stew and good conversation…the fates confirmed.
Absurdly yours,
Holmes
Applesauce?!?!? Adults (who still have their teeth) eat that stuff?
I suppose we should just be glad that you didn’t see him in your juice box.
I will have you know that applesauce is extremely underrated as an adult snack.
I will have you know that these are not my teeth. I got them at a pawn shop…owner needed cash to make a payment on a ‘87 Dodge Shadow…black with grey interior…awesome cassette player…it all makes sense to me…thus applesauce is appropriate…as for my juice box…I believe it is pronounced….fffllllaaaaaaaask
lol flask…holmes, you rule. Maybe not as much as house, but you’re a close second. I just bet your calves are profoundly more manly though.
Profoundly…indeed…As a matter of fact…I was once a “calf double” for Schwarzenegger…so I thought…my agent told me it was for a movie called, “True Lies”…but it turns out i was a “calf double” for a movie called “Babe”…so much cud-chewing…so little 4 stomach rumination…wawawaaaaaaaaa