TITLE: who am i? where am i?
Oh yeah, the crispy shiny icy thing that made every=thing schlippy yesterday. I did my part getting the local girls off to werk & instilling them with driving confidence. But macho me preferred 2 walk! Such frozen irony. All my girls will forgive.
Except of course, Rocky, who thinks i should spell Naavidaadd correctly on the web. [i'd like to buy an a Pat... ok--there are 19 a's in Navidad!] And who are these wing=ding translators anyway? Wingdingians? Who speak wingdingish? i could make up a better code in my sleep, maybe, if i knew who i was...
Which brings me to the filosofy of Amnesia. That is, forget Every=thing i just said as well as my last 5 entries! Who's a crasy uncle? i don't remember! Send me stuff 2 remind me...no, really--i wasn't in my right mind when i commented or visited all those Glows. More importantly, what's a darn Glow? Forget it, i have. Are these my pants?
And what exactly is a Mack Back Slacks? Pants as well??