The word is gone. Long live the word

Oh, well. "Juice" is gone.

How do I know? Well, trying to force Colin to say it was kind of the tipoff. He stared at me blankly and sobbed "mee, mee, mee" for 45 minutes while I said "juice" for every "mee mee". In the end, he moved his mouth around, staring at mine, crying. He couldn't do it.

COULDN'T. Not wouldn't.

Well, fuck it, so much for that excitement. The worst part isn't that he lost the word. It's that I let myself get excited about having heard it. Just like I always do.

Don't worry, folks. The blog will get funny again. Eventually. I promise.