Bullwinkle - great choice. I'm jealous. I would be Gauguin, but he was a total basshole. Make that baaasshole. Would be Van Gogh, but he was, IMO, a saint and it would be too hard. Was even for him. Would be Penni, so I could write and entertain people, but I'd have to be a girl. Ug. So I guess that leaves Mr Peabody, if he's the guy who had the Way-Back machine. Could play with that for hours. Possibly better to be Sherman; gets to go and doesn't have to fix the machine. Would be Boris if Natasha came in the deal.
Alas, not likely to happen; so I want to be Perfect Eric III. What the heck - Natasha smokes too. I have the "skills;" we lost our houseboy a few years back, and I've been doing it ever since. His name was "Red." He fell off the back of the truck and hit the concrete. He used to get us thru the worst of the day ~ morning ~ clothes; toothbrushing; steering.
I'm not actually "back." I just tell them I'm going off to poop or get a beer and then sneak in here where there's a puter. It's terrible. Plus they're making me work. And drink too much, and lose sleep. And I haven't enuf time to watch my stocks, which scares me real bad. Hoo boo. And my pussy's home with all the cats. And there's all those sheep to drive back thru. And...the boss just came in, and left with a big sigh. |
