Conversation with my muse
It called last night at 3, obviously upset that I wouldn’t send money:
Muse: You hurt my feelings, not sending me money.
SayUncle: Well, you left without notice. And I got nothing.
Muse: What, not even a dick joke?
SayUncle: Well, maybe one or two. I mean, I don’t have a lot to say or a lot I feel like talking about.
Muse: Oh, that explains posting the song.
SayUncle: Well, that and bunnies. The kids love bunnies. And pancakes.
Muse: Maybe you should talk about the kids?
SayUncle: *blink*
Muse: Well, I have some good news.
SayUncle: You’re coming back?
Muse: No, better. Spoon!!!!! And I’m very disappointed that you need me to come up with a dick joke.
June 29th, 2007 at 8:48 am
Well, I’m going to Vegas in a couple weeks.
Want me to grab it by the scruff of the neck and drag it home?
(I’ll drop it out the plane’s toilet as we fly over.)
On the other hand, I can probably teach it a few new dick jokes.