
This was queued up for this morning’s LOL page; but now I realize… I don’t get it. Or at least I don’t see what the joke’s supposed to be.

This was queued up for this morning’s LOL page; but now I realize… I don’t get it. Or at least I don’t see what the joke’s supposed to be.




Submitted by Andréa

Oy for me, LOL for Andréa
It was bad enough when she joined Netflix using his/my e-mail address: but now that she’s quit, Netflix is sending her/me two, three, sometimes four e-mails a day begging her to return.
Apparently you can quit the Mob (or Heath Ledger) easier than you can quit Netflix.
The funny thing is, Netflix provided me with a link with which I can re-instate her membership using her credit card number. I am tempted.
(I’m not sure whether I can use this same backdoor to get her credit card number, but it wouldn’t surprise me)

Disclaimer: There’s some question about whether the quotation I paraphrased did indeed originate with Voltaire.


Umm… isn’t today when everything’s supposed to make sense?

Submitted by Andréa

(If anything else comes my way, I’ll queue them up for next year)

I think this reference is from way before Arlo’s time as well as before the kid’s time. Probably before Arlo’s father’s time as well. So is this just a case of Arlo having helped himself to the pumpkin spice vodka?

Submitted by Andréa