I am doing my favorite dance, the I-Still-Don't-Have-Any-Pants-On-And-I-Have-To-Leave-For-Work-In-Five-Minutes Dance.
JFJ: You really don't like to wear pants, do you?
I shake both head and booty enthusiastically, no.
Me: I wonder what will happen when I start to go senile and walk around the neighborhood with no pants on.
JFJ: When you go senile? How will they know?
Me: Probably no one will be able to tell.
JFJ: It will be a smooth transition.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
1 year ago
2 comments:
I don't know if this related, but I also like how you refer to snacks as "something to take the edge off".
You're smooth and easy, baby. Like a warm glass of sweet sake.
"Oh baby, what a world (as she rubs her face). Mind if I have some chips and you know, take off my pants? I just need something to take the edge off."
The consistency of my behavior is terrifying.
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