Friday, June 13, 2003
i read in the new yorker about blimps last week. one airship-legend has it that blimps became so-appelated because it's the sound made when you thwack the fabric of the hull and it bounces back:
*blimp.*
which means, of course, that i thwacked the monkey's bottom and made the same sound, because it pleased me:
*blimp!*
he got a little offended. seems that implying your love's bum bears any resemblance to a giant puffy vessel is not so kind. he announced in a huff that he was taking his goodyear into the next room.
hey, i said. at least i didn't compare you to the hindenburg.
only when i've been eating burritos, he said. and then, marvellously, he pooted. and then yelled, "o, the humanity!"
*blimp.*
which means, of course, that i thwacked the monkey's bottom and made the same sound, because it pleased me:
*blimp!*
he got a little offended. seems that implying your love's bum bears any resemblance to a giant puffy vessel is not so kind. he announced in a huff that he was taking his goodyear into the next room.
hey, i said. at least i didn't compare you to the hindenburg.
only when i've been eating burritos, he said. and then, marvellously, he pooted. and then yelled, "o, the humanity!"
