In order: 1) Once upon a time, I was a stud with a camera. 2) Yes, she really is going out with me, so keep your goddamn distance or I’ll kick your ass. 3) Yes. And someone actually used to answer, “Hello, and no, I’m not fucking Jenny.” 4) I wasn’t, but I’m always able to present myself as such, narratively speaking.
Heheh. I read you first everyday, Jeff (although I have learned to swallow my coffee first).
Actually, I thought about dropping a note of thanks to Tommy and his pals. When we moved west we received a telephone number with the 867 prefix and I used the song to teach the girls their new number.
Enough already. I must know from whence the derriere flaunting Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash pic came.
If that’s Jessie’s girl, Jessie’s toast.
– D
It’s more than just that. Something’s going wrong around here.
You dialed 867-5309 back in the day, didn’t you Jeff? Come on, you can admit it.
That’s meta-irony, by the way of misdirection—in case you weren’t sure.
In order: 1) Once upon a time, I was a stud with a camera. 2) Yes, she really is going out with me, so keep your goddamn distance or I’ll kick your ass. 3) Yes. And someone actually used to answer, “Hello, and no, I’m not fucking Jenny.” 4) I wasn’t, but I’m always able to present myself as such, narratively speaking.
Heheh. I read you first everyday, Jeff (although I have learned to swallow my coffee first).
Actually, I thought about dropping a note of thanks to Tommy and his pals. When we moved west we received a telephone number with the 867 prefix and I used the song to teach the girls their new number.
Hell, I had Jessie’s girl. I wasn’t impressed.
I always figured that if you couldn’t get your own girl, what were you going to do with Jesse’s?