Et Alia (Yes we are plural, and I think we might be neutral.)
Quick note to Bill. On a whim, and quite possibly an unwritten dare from dear old Neil, I changed the title. However, it is your diary. Feel free to:
a) change it back
b) kick my hiney
c) leave it as is
d) banish me from your kingdom and send me back to BBS-land
e) all or any combination of the above
(Thia genuflects with all the seriousness you've grown to expect from her.)
a) change it back
b) kick my hiney
c) leave it as is
d) banish me from your kingdom and send me back to BBS-land
e) all or any combination of the above
(Thia genuflects with all the seriousness you've grown to expect from her.)
2 Comments:
Al? Who is Al?
(I get it. [applause] )
By
Bill P. Godfrey, At
1:52 AM, January 11, 2005
[In answer to Bill...]
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And whoa my nights are so long
Where’s my wife and family
What if I die here
Who’ll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me al
Call me al
[so, Bill, to summarise, you can call me Al... but only if I can call you Betty...]
[lyrics, as you undoubtfully know, by Paul Simon]
By
Anonymous, At
10:48 AM, January 11, 2005