So this evening, my thumbs get to rummage through my Mary Poppins never-ending purse to pull out my ID, flash it as some dude at an entrance, and enter into that world I could never enter before. The world of adults. Sorry Josh, now you can't stop you little sister from tagging along. Your excuse won't work anymore. So 4th Ave., here I come. Perhaps one day I will get the nerve up to visit the Meet Rack. To understand what I am referring to and to be entertained simultaneously read every single review here. One day I might be qualified to write a review. Aka, I will go in, and run out with my eyes bleeding.
So tonight will be quite the adventure. And perhaps, if you play your cards right, I will write a censored version of the evening. I am pretty crazy. Its in my Jewish blood. And the fact that I am a Scorpio. I am proud of both. As are my thumbs. Actually, I think my thumbs are non-denominational. But we won't go there.
And since it is my birffday, I will leave you with today's awkward creature, something I am terribly entertained by.: The Star-Nosed Mole.
- this little fellow is just as into thumbs and thumb-like projections as I am.
- it doesn't get much more awkward than this
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