It turns out that his offer was genuine. Here is Lantz from The Magnet Pro in all his glorious glory:
|Lantz sez: "Me, drinking a hip apple-tini in a hip bar with assumed hip people. I'm hip."|
The House of Paincakes
Awesomeness cuts like a knife
Old trout dies alone
So that's it for this first installment in what I hope will become a regular series here. I think we'll learn something about life's greatest mysteries along the way. Why does the human spirit feel the need to wander? What is the meaning of community? Do magnets work as explained by scientists or are those motherfuckers just lyin' and gettin' us pissed? Why do I even have these night vision goggles? Is plaid still hip or is it so fall 2009?
I will leave you with my own Haiku-
Program so boring; must go
on silk wings time flies
*Official rules: your haiku most follow the 5/7/5 convention and the haiku must be, nominally, somehow related to the House of Paincakes. Post your entry in the comments section of this post. One entry per contestant. No purchase necessary. The winner(s) will be selected by the HoP admins and any agents we may designate. The winner(s) will receive the dubious honor of having a filler post dedicated to their poem(s).