Thursday, June 16, 2011

Weiner to resign over Photogate...

But it's the junk in his head that bothers me.

Have a great Bloomsday. I'm out of mutton kidneys, so I'll just have a Guinness.

“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod's roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”