So, at what point to you exceed mere broad caricature and pass into the realm of grotesque, hateful stereotype? I'm gonna have to say about fifty miles back.
posted by Austin at 4:40 PM
Friday, September 16, 2005
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"Waiter, there's a fly in my soup."
"And there's a cliche at my table."
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Glad to see you here, Maggie.
My pleasure, A!
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