 Every Morning With My Cool Cats, November 1, 2005
(open the closet)
Me: Hey Cool Cats! It's a beautiful morning isn't you guys?
Left Cool Cat: Oh God there he is.
Right Cool Cat: He's wearing that shirt again.
LCC: I know.
RCC: Shh, here he comes.
Me: You guys look good today. Nice and shiny leather like that.
LCC: At least something on him looks good.
RCC: Maybe we'll distract people from his haircut.
Me: Yessir, hey you guys maybe today'll be the day that I meet a special girl! You guys could have some company in the the closet soon, maybe a nice pair of pumps! HAHAHA!
LCC: I don't know what's sadder. That he says that every morning--
RCC: Or that it's been so long that I'm starting to wonder if the only thing that'll be joining us in the closet is him?
LCC: It's like you read my mind sometimes. I swear, you--
RCC: Complete me?
LCC: Stop it! That's just spooky!
Me: Criss Cross and go under the bridge, then you got to pull it tight, make a loop but keep a long tail that's how to do it right, then you put the string through the thing and everything hey all right and then we something something... wait. There's a scoop somewhere. Hold on you guys, I'm gonna get this!
RCC: They should just bend the rules and let him wear velcro shoes at work.
LCC: I swear to Christ, I actually get like embarassed watching him.
Polo shirt: How do you guys think I feel?
Haircut: It ain't easy for any of us guys.
Me: Okay, let's try it again. Build a tee pee come inside close it tight so we can hide, over the mountain and around we go here's my arrow, and here's my bow! Yes! Today is gonna be so super you guys!!! |
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2 comments:
Oh wow. Thank you. I really needed that.
Yeah, thanks alot Jake. I giggled like a little girl. In front of everybody. There goes my tough-guy image that I worked so hard to develop. Right out the window. This is probably gonna take fourteen wedgies and about nine swirlies to regain their respect. And I might have to throw another kid's bike on the roof again.
And when they ask me why, oh god why, I'll just tell them to go ask you, Jake.
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