I confess that I am surprised that a lady as genteel as yourself would even admit to having a "body." A "person," yes. A "form," perhaps. But a body? A dirty, dirrrty body? My dream is that one day little children will cavort on a beach among floating, smiling, disembodied adult heads.
Why is it that you always get like 8 comments in the first 45 seconds, and then . . . that's it. No stragglers. It doesn't go from 4 to 6 to 8 to 10 to ... It just INSTANTLY has 8 comments and then everybody shuts up.
Well not me. I'm late to the party, and if you send me your body, it had better be ashes and bone chips in a big-ass urn wrapped in a tea cosy, bought on Etsy, so I can put it on my mantle next to the fake armadillo and cry every night about how someone was taken so young, so young.
The first Chipotle is only a couple miles from my house, on my old stomping grounds (I never have quite figured out that phrase) near the DU campus in an old Dolly Madison ice-cream shop, which I used to patronize (in both senses, no doubt). Show up at our door, and we shall escort you there--and take you to the original Quizno's as well. Obviously, Denver is the place to be for High Culture artifacts.
thank goodness for moms
ReplyDeleteI know, man, these bodies aren't going to crop themselves
ReplyDeleteYou are so beautiful. If your mom crops out your body can I have it?
ReplyDeletexo
I love you, and you may. I will put it on DRY ICE for you, and the vapor will pour off me so witchily!
ReplyDeleteOMG! OMG! OMG! OMG!
ReplyDelete*runs around*
*wiggles hands like teenager girls do when they're like SOOOO EXCITED*
*squeeeeeeeee*
I'm pretty sure this will also make me smarter.
xoxoxox
IT IS PROVEN BY THE FDA
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I confess that I am surprised that a lady as genteel as yourself would even admit to having a "body." A "person," yes. A "form," perhaps. But a body? A dirty, dirrrty body? My dream is that one day little children will cavort on a beach among floating, smiling, disembodied adult heads.
ReplyDeleteI lol'd, Admiral
ReplyDeleteWhy is it that you always get like 8 comments in the first 45 seconds, and then . . . that's it. No stragglers. It doesn't go from 4 to 6 to 8 to 10 to ... It just INSTANTLY has 8 comments and then everybody shuts up.
ReplyDeleteWell not me. I'm late to the party, and if you send me your body, it had better be ashes and bone chips in a big-ass urn wrapped in a tea cosy, bought on Etsy, so I can put it on my mantle next to the fake armadillo and cry every night about how someone was taken so young, so young.
I WILL do that, and you will drive my ashes to Denver and sprinkle them all over the floor of the original Chipotle
ReplyDeleteI'm straggling Whimsey. Well there's no body parts left so I'll take Essence of Trish. Yep.
ReplyDeleteThe first Chipotle is only a couple miles from my house, on my old stomping grounds (I never have quite figured out that phrase) near the DU campus in an old Dolly Madison ice-cream shop, which I used to patronize (in both senses, no doubt). Show up at our door, and we shall escort you there--and take you to the original Quizno's as well. Obviously, Denver is the place to be for High Culture artifacts.
ReplyDeleteYou know, because you used to stomp there! Thanks a lot Richard, now I'm going to obsess over that saying for the rest of the day
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