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2003-03-16
The obvious comparison
So I called my daddykins this weekend to arrange a li'l dinner outing, and in trying to juggle my oh-so-full schedule, told him that Tuesday night would be just fine. Hung up the phone, and then -- hand-staple-forehead -- D'OH! So what's a lecherous broad to do? Here we have what is called an ethical dilemma of the highest order. Much as Dad indulges my various personality quirks, I don't think he'd take too kindly to me begging a raincheck on our dinner date, because, um, I have to see what Clay's gonna sing. Basically, I'm just gonna have to figure out how the feck one goes about programming one's VCR. I'm sure it's the easiest thing in the world, you know, but you're dealing with a gal for whom scotch tape and bread bag ties are the solution to all things technical. Now, on to the matter at hand: I'm sure this has been covered extensively elsewhere, but we here at LBFCA are nothing if not an island unto ourselves. So, he's skinny, his ears stick out, and he makes the ladies scream: Let me reiterate for the sake of clarity: he's skinny, his ears stick out, and he makes the ladies scream. Am I stretching a bit here? I really don't think so. Discuss. blog comments powered by Disqus |