I was born at a relatively young age. Growing up consumed the better part of my childhood. As a young man I chased a lot of girls. But they kept getting away. Then I got older and even slower, so I got married. I've lived in New York City almost since before I moved here. I summer in Manhattan, which is like New York City, but with more humidity.
Here's me, without baby, thinking big thoughts. (Actually, what I'm thinking is, "Hey, these aren't Pringles!") I think I look better with baby.
Labels: The politics
If you never shower again, the terrorists will have won. And the missus will kick you out of the apartment. And we for one will stop making dinner plans with you.
That puts me in mind of something I saw on yesterday'[s season primiere of Sesame Street. There was a new character being introduced (just in time for CHristmas!)-- Abbie Cadabbey, a baby magical muppet getting the big push. Some of the characters introduced themselves to her. "I'm Big Bird;" "I'm Snuffy;" etc. When it got to be the pronoun-challenged Elmo's turn, he said, "Elmo's Elmo." Very inside but hysterical.
By the way, Elmo was NOT a happy camper. On "That's Elmo's World" later in the show, he said, "Dorothy, know what's Elmo's thinking about today? Elmo is thinking about breaking Elmo's motherfucking contract! Get Elmo's agent of the fucking phone! And where's my chai latte!?"
We're sorry, Minty. We think you're incredibly cool and we wouldn't hurt your brain for all the world. But "we for one" was irresistible to us. Because we really wanted to make Josh's brain hurt. He refuses to lend us his books.
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