Why oh why does the whipperwill sing: COK A DOODLE DO!! I don't know why. To tell you the truth, whipperwills don't sing. They don't have vocal cords. I don't even know what a whiperwill is. Please, dear reader, if you know what a whipperwill is, furrow your brow and psychically transmit the definition to my brain. Some helpful pictures too. I am sitting cross legged in a receiving position. Send it to me... NOW.
You are getting sleepy. I am getting sleepy. But there's a long way to go. So much life to lead and so little money to galavant to Spain. I'm stuck here in New York City. Uhhhh... greatest city in the world. I'm sick of greatness. I want FANTABULOUS!
Just kidding. New York is a great place. Anything you want to do, you can get started here. Everything except spelunking. And tiger massage. And... aw fudge it. I'd rather be in Akron, Ohio. At least they got good grits there. Mm MM I love me some grits.
I don't love grits. I just wanted to say it. It looks good on the page when I say love some grits. I also got to replace "my" with "me" which always tickles my fancy. It's a country thing as well as a British thing, that "me" as a possessive adjective. "Excuse me sir, could you mind me knickerbottoms whilst I nick to the loo?"
Steel yourself not to cry. You're too emotional. Goddamn cry baby. Stand up straight. I got over it, why can't you? I said, I got over it, why. can't. you? I haven't had sex with your mother since nine months before your birth. You little stinking ragamuffin. I'll show you for being taller than me. I'll show you for having a strong jawline. Little good for nuthin'. Ain't nuthin' wrong with being short and having stubbly wubbly legs. I'm not no goddamn Remington Steele, I'm not no goddamn David Hasselhoff. I got the legs of a man, not like those insects. Damn straight. I'm a good man. I have no fear.
I'm surrounded by idiots. Send me to the TED compound. Let me grow up all over again, surrounded by intelligence. Anybody want to make this dream come true?
You are getting sleepy. I am getting sleepy. But there's a long way to go. So much life to lead and so little money to galavant to Spain. I'm stuck here in New York City. Uhhhh... greatest city in the world. I'm sick of greatness. I want FANTABULOUS!
Just kidding. New York is a great place. Anything you want to do, you can get started here. Everything except spelunking. And tiger massage. And... aw fudge it. I'd rather be in Akron, Ohio. At least they got good grits there. Mm MM I love me some grits.
I don't love grits. I just wanted to say it. It looks good on the page when I say love some grits. I also got to replace "my" with "me" which always tickles my fancy. It's a country thing as well as a British thing, that "me" as a possessive adjective. "Excuse me sir, could you mind me knickerbottoms whilst I nick to the loo?"
Steel yourself not to cry. You're too emotional. Goddamn cry baby. Stand up straight. I got over it, why can't you? I said, I got over it, why. can't. you? I haven't had sex with your mother since nine months before your birth. You little stinking ragamuffin. I'll show you for being taller than me. I'll show you for having a strong jawline. Little good for nuthin'. Ain't nuthin' wrong with being short and having stubbly wubbly legs. I'm not no goddamn Remington Steele, I'm not no goddamn David Hasselhoff. I got the legs of a man, not like those insects. Damn straight. I'm a good man. I have no fear.
I'm surrounded by idiots. Send me to the TED compound. Let me grow up all over again, surrounded by intelligence. Anybody want to make this dream come true?
