I'm at a loss as to why anonymous posting hasn't been disabled here, but I won't question it. And since my previous comment seems to have vanished, I'll just leave another one.
Kevie, I was a bit disappointed last night that you didn't drag me into the Alley behind Motherlode and smack me silly. Oh sure, you threatened a repeat of Saturday's attack, but since you were smiling it was hard to take you seriously. Where's the rage? Where's the fury?
I still can't get over how you charged at me like that. And all this time I thought Adam Trujillo would be the one to take me down (oops, no, he'd probably be too stoned.)
I fully expect that one day you will post an LJ entry with three photos: one of me laying beaten and broken on the sidewalk, one of you grinning like a delirious baboon, and a third of you absconding with the Spode china teacups that I keep in my breakfast nook. The captions will read:
"The beast lay vanquished." "Kevin was victorious." "To the victor go the spoils."
And shakespearechic will no doubt be completely freaked out out by it.
You tell Dan Rempert that if he's trying to shield everyone from my amorous advances he's got his work cut out for him. Besides, it seems that Mauro is already warming to me a little. And that's the gist of it.
Yours, Neil
P.S. The other day I mixed up the order of the three wonderful things we both agree on. They should have read "green tea is pretty, catmom rocks, and Chris is yummy."
Kevie, I was a bit disappointed last night that you didn't drag me into the Alley behind Motherlode and smack me silly. Oh sure, you threatened a repeat of Saturday's attack, but since you were smiling it was hard to take you seriously. Where's the rage? Where's the fury?
I still can't get over how you charged at me like that. And all this time I thought Adam Trujillo would be the one to take me down (oops, no, he'd probably be too stoned.)
I fully expect that one day you will post an LJ entry with three photos: one of me laying beaten and broken on the sidewalk, one of you grinning like a delirious baboon, and a third of you absconding with the Spode china teacups that I keep in my breakfast nook. The captions will read:
"The beast lay vanquished."
"Kevin was victorious."
"To the victor go the spoils."
And shakespearechic will no doubt be completely freaked out out by it.
You tell Dan Rempert that if he's trying to shield everyone from my amorous advances he's got his work cut out for him. Besides, it seems that Mauro is already warming to me a little. And that's the gist of it.
Yours,
Neil
P.S. The other day I mixed up the order of the three wonderful things we both agree on. They should have read "green tea is pretty, catmom rocks, and Chris is yummy."
Yes, that's it.
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