Monday, May 22, 2006

Elementary, My Dear.

So today is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's birthday.

I have no idea what he wrote next to Sherlock Holmes, but I have read some of the Holmes stories. I guess being a Canadian boy, I just didn't get it. I found Sherlock to be stuffy, boring, and full of himself. It's one thing to be smarter than everyone else in the room, (Trust me, I know,) but don't tell them that.

I like my detectives more Magnum P.I. than Sherlock Holmes. Babes in bikinis sounds way better than hanging out with a fat tub named Dr. Watson. What was he a Doctor of, anyway? Donuts?

"Take two crullers and call me in the morning."

Sherlock just looked smart because he was hangin' with a fucking retard.


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