Notes on life, art, photography and technology, by a Danish dropout bohemian.
You may be a cunning linguist, but I'm a master debater. (Austin Powers)
No sweat, dude. His birthday is in nine days, he'll just hushily ask Uncle Santa for a new one.And then he'll invent barefoot water-skiing, and awe the masses. Which will be renamed the Christ-masses, in honor of the Great Gnarly one, yo.Sheepabunga!"I thought Abunga was a holy COW?"Not in this season, habibi. It's the Mecca pilgrimage time, so a sheep it is. Lots of sheep in the Big City this season.
Now, the hard part will be to get through those nine days without my Father finding out. I swear, the old guy seems to know everything! It's like, he's got an extra eye on the back of his head, or something. Major bummer. 0:-(Ah, Referent Pascal gave me an idea. I'll hold a mondo bar-B-Q par-tay! in the Saudi holiday season with Him as the Main Man guest, that should keep His attention with the crowd and all. Bless you for the tip, my Brother. (Or is that Padre?)
"Padre"? Naah! That's reFerenT, not Reverend mit der Cherman acksent.Besides, you know me, J.: I'm too dirty-minded to be a priest. Or not dirty-minded enough, depends how you look at it. :-)
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