So I am in the car with Benji at a stop light on a four-lane road. (In case you are curious, I am driving, not Benji.) A car pulls up next to me at the red light, and its radio -- playing hip-hop beats, of course -- is far, far louder in my own car than is my XM. Out of curiousity, I turn to look at the car, and...THE DRIVER IS ON HIS CELLPHONE! Someone, please explain.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
