However, Johnny boy, methinks thou art fabricating, nonetheless. See, there's this crazy, old (not you, silly! -- well, at least not regarding the following) adage about a photo being worth a whole lotta words:
Yeahhhhh. Grampa Simpson, your memory serves you - poorly. Try to recall that you've basically frenched President Bushwack and there's evidence -- a lot of it -- to prove that you did. We know you want to carve hearts in trees with both of your initials inside, because you're so old that you haven't heard that you're killing trees when you do that.
We know. We have better memories. Easily 99.9999% of earth's population has a better memory, being younger than you.
Do us a favor. If you're gonna play Mr. Straight-Talk, please actually stick to that. Talk straight. You love Bush. Your crush has been spilled. Own up.
Or just take some more old-dude medicine and go sit in a rocker for the duration. (What we'd prefer.)
That's so sweet that they have karaoke date nights together. So crucial to keeping the magic alive in any long-term relationship.
Snerk!
Posted by: cynematic | April 03, 2008 at 06:06 PM