...for compliments. And gazpacho* if you have some. Specifically, mellon and cucumber topped with lobster. Yesterday was the biggest squee-fest in honor of him ever. (I know, enough with the third person. Maybe I should speak in first person plural like Uday Pulaski who totally has the most blog mentions despite the fact that he owns me money.)
Floppy Pony Tail and The Coot (collectively known as: Are They Married?) praised me like I had threatened to deport them unless they worked at my apple orchard in the blazing heat for no pay. They were down right subservient. When The Coot saw one of my drawings (drawings, no less!) I heard him say "Oh, Jesus." (not a pseudonym) And it wasn't like "Oh, Jesus. Another cat died." It was more like "Oh Jesus. I never thought something could be so beautiful!"
Are They Married? left me smiling and not an uncomfortable smile like when The Coot says something really terrible about Latinos. Different generation. Plus I mean, they ARE lazy. But seriously, even I was offended and I'm white(st). Like they told me eveything I wanted to hear and more. And you're saying "Id A, isn't that pandering?" Yes, it is. I loved it.
So, yeah, future. It's gonna be a wild and crazy year. My doctor may have his answer. Because he totally remembers me. Much as you remember that post. Adieu!
BONUS: Has anyone seen that part of The Hills (you totally watch it too) where Lauren talks to her mom about Heidi (SHIT BE GOIN' DOWN) and they say "LA" like 5249 times. That made me smile, too. Because its nonsense. The whole show.
*I love gazpacho. It's just a fact.
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