Strange deeds in bloggyland. Almost every time I clicky onto Lee Anne's site, I get this post for Valentine's Day. I clicky onto Lee Ann's site a lot (even although I can't spell it!!). Lee Ann might be an anagram, but still a definite personality, I think. Is your daddy rich, and your mamma good lookin'? I think so. Are they so rich and powerful that they have subverted the world wide web to such an extent that all I can get from you is the wonderful Valentine Card? Do you realise that I am practically a Jedi Warrior, as well as an author and playwright? Also, primary carer for the kid when the space had to be filled. New man? What! I usually have to stay in or hang out in bars with old people with few teeth because of my effect on young women.
I can sing :"Love me tender, love me sweet .. and never let me go .." just like Elvis (if you've got a bad cold and can't hear too well). Or ... well, try to be romantic but not too awkward. Tom Hanks.
What I'd like to say is that if I have to be an object of desire then so be it. Well, with the narcississtic personality disorder on board, if you're rich, Lee Ann, I don't cost anything. I earn bugger all. I can tell you about ra bliss.
Just remember the last time you met anyone else who could tell you about ra bliss, Lee Ann. I'd run up hills. I'd get off ra beer! Actually, I'm a real toy. Okay, if the effort with the Valentine's Card Post .... well, I just give in. I don't cost anything. You just have to ask.
|Me and Adolf in the old days knew this is lying on zee back and waggling zee lege in zee air!