Looking back over our correspondence from this past year, we’re struck by a few recurring things.
The laughs. The drinks. The way one sentence followed another sentence in a more or less coherent order.
But what if, say, we took one—just one—of those pillars away. Certainly not the laughs. Certainly not the drinks, either.
Sorry, coherence. It was a good run. See you next year.
So here it is: the Year in Short. All of the out-of-context quotes that made 2015 what it was.
“... whiskey, leather and a virgin are involved.”
“... that tree is a block of wood that you can put your face on.”
“... you’re a fool to trust sea monkeys around your sandwich.”
“A mural of the history of balls.”
“Because they’re always named Günther.”
“Congrats on getting to say ‘Ting’ now.”
“Now there was a guy who could paint the hell out of a water lily.”
“Because interns and rum... always such a great combination.”
“You’re like Fallon, but worse.”
“It’s one of Mick’s stranger fever dreams, to be sure.”
The laughs. The drinks. The way one sentence followed another sentence in a more or less coherent order.
But what if, say, we took one—just one—of those pillars away. Certainly not the laughs. Certainly not the drinks, either.
Sorry, coherence. It was a good run. See you next year.
So here it is: the Year in Short. All of the out-of-context quotes that made 2015 what it was.
“... whiskey, leather and a virgin are involved.”
“... that tree is a block of wood that you can put your face on.”
“... you’re a fool to trust sea monkeys around your sandwich.”
“A mural of the history of balls.”
“Because they’re always named Günther.”
“Congrats on getting to say ‘Ting’ now.”
“Now there was a guy who could paint the hell out of a water lily.”
“Because interns and rum... always such a great combination.”
“You’re like Fallon, but worse.”
“It’s one of Mick’s stranger fever dreams, to be sure.”
