Monday, October 22, 2007

Buying the New Yorker 1976 - page 50-51

Apparently, in the seventies, different sorts of Volvos meant that you thought in different sorts of ways.

Now, if you drive any sort of a Volvo it's pretty much a given that you are a nasty dirty hippie that eats sprouts and watches the Daily Show.

The best laid plans of mice and car manufacturers gang aft aglay.
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  1. kg10/22/2007 08:25:00 PM

    Not to be a pedant, but I think it's "the best-laid schemes..."

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  2. Xenius Jones10/22/2007 08:45:00 PM

    You are correct! Burns doesn't mention car manufacturers either!

    That's what I get for winging it.

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