I'm working on something a little different.
Translation: I spent hours writing a brilliant story that I'm not quite ready to publish. Sometimes you just need to call it a day, snuggle up with your kids and try to sleep through the voice that's blasting your half-ass efforts that resulted in nothing suitable for publication.
In the mean time: Meet Daryl
Daryl Moody rides the bus four blocks to work every day, because he read somewhere that Europeans -- "the elites" if you believe as Mr. Moody does that Americans are fat, stupid, uncultured swines -- are big on public transportation.
His wardrobe consists of six brightly colored silk shirts -- red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple -- three identical pairs of black cigarette pants; two pairs of alligator wingtips in yellow and purple; one battered pair of knee-high, black combat boots; and a gray trench coat that converts into a cape for his meetings with the underground elven society. He ties what little hair he has back in a tight ponytail -- so tight that it lifts his eyebrows 4.4 and three-quarters centimeters above their natural position so he appears perpetually shocked and bewildered.
Ok now.....I want the rest this dapper dude's day's diversions.
ReplyDeleteI get that we are math challenged but lose the three quarters. You know that I love you.
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