Sunday, August 23, 2009
It's DORK, not DORE!
Apparently there's been some confusion. You see, I must have told one of my stupid jokes, and somebody called me a dork. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. However, Julie must have overheard and thought the listener called me dore, which, if you put a little accent thingy over the "e," means "golden" in French. From that, Julie figured I must be some kind of genetically modified chicken, one who not only tells bad jokes, but lays golden (dore) eggs. Being the entrepreneurial type, Julie locks me in with the chickens, and waits. I drew in the little thought bubble to really drive the point home.