When I was about four or five my Grandma had a boyfriend named Tom. Tom had a twenty-ish year old son named Victor that held a slight resemblance to John Travolta. Victor would play airplane with me and call me "Porkchop".
I would have had a better day if I would have just rubbed my face all over that cat hair bandana before I left.
Today Igby answered to the words, "cool dude" and "talented baby". I prefer the company of my fat dog over most people. I need to stop mentioning this on livejournal.