“Oh, baby, enlighten me… enlighten me harder… make me think real hard—that’s it, I’m thinking!, I’m thinking!...I’m...!”
Well...I...that is to say...ummmm...nope, I’ve got nothing here. Officially speechless.
are you talking to yourself again,’mouse?
Yeeeeeeeeah. *cough* bakerina *cough* is not at all amused.
Well, not much, anyway. Just that much, but not one tiny iota more.
(Say it with me, Futurama fans: “Oh, I can’t turn you into Tiny Iota. Tiny Iota was great.")
Hey, I would have claimed those excellent words for myself, but I didn’t want *cough* bakerina *cough* to get angry and accuse me of plagiarism. I can’t seem to win, so I’d better just pack up my marbles and go home.
Good thing enlightenment’s gonna swoop in and take me away soon since I’m not wanted here anymore. (sniff)
Okay, okay, fine. I will recognize that you were paying me a compliment and being menschy about it, not necessarily pulling my pigtails—because heaven knows, you would never tease mercilessly. (I still can’t believe that you didn’t grow up in a house full of sisters.) I’ll own up that I jumped to a conclusion that I shouldna. Sorry, Counselor. Now put your marbles down.
(Jeez. One little comment and suddenly it’s Mildred Pierce around here. I thought you California lawyers were supposed to be tough.)
*ducks, covers*
Now, *that* was some fun. ;)