Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday, dear Professor Dilexi.
Happy Birthday to you.
I suppose an appropriate birthday choice would be cake or death, but is that really a door one wants to open with the Professor?
I think it is not. Life-sustaining balloons and adulterously smeared frosting to all of you.
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Hi Becky! I did get around to looking at your blog :-)
I'm kind of impressed by your ability to attract foriegn men. Did the senor (with a tilde) ever call you to speak spanish .... or to "speak spanish" (with the appropriate inuendo)? I'm sorry that the hot girl never paid attention to you....
He did, in fact. His name is Ramon. He called while I was getting dressed to go out with Swamy. I thought he was Swamy for the first 30 seconds or so of our conversation. It was... confusing.
I told him I was very very busy for about a week (true!) to give me more time to figure out what to do.
Hmmm.
I think you should say some more things. Professor Dilexi has monopolized the top post for long enough.
But perhaps you are occupied by other things.
Perhaps you are busy escorting a hippo around the city.
The cows won't like that.
They might claim that you're speciesist.
You might have protests in the street outside your office. Or in your kitchen. Or in your bed.
Did you check under the covers tonight?
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