Give me two minutes alone and I’ll have ten questions.
As a child, my parents once bought me a book of questions and I loved it. I would sit in the window for hours and read and think. But even so, my most pressing childhood question was the derivative of a pop song.
“Mom, what does the word frequency mean? Why is he asking Kenneth?”
I figured that one out last week, but in its place are several new life-altering queries.
Tonight, I’ll share two.
Number One
What’s the frequency Cathy Dennis?
As I drove back to Boca today, I tuned in to 90s on 9 for nostalgia with a beat.
And after I let it linger, it happened. This happened.
Cathy Dennis, “Touch Me (All Night Long)”
Suddenly, I want more walls.
Number Two
Who invited The Situation to eat dried fruit?
After eating a nice $0.10 spaghetti dinner, I decided to have a little dried fruit for dessert.
And therein laid the problem. My bag boasts a medley of cranberries, blueberries and cherries.
Here is the situation:
You see, when I eat dried fruit the process in my head parallels the process in a guy’s head when he picks up a hot girl at a bar by promising to also entertain her two friends.
I speak not from personal experience. This is Jersey Shore 101.
That reminds me, I need to see if JS won an Oscar. Wrong award ceremony? Is the sun bigger than the moon? Why is the sky blue?
so where does one buy “Che-erries?”
You are taking the dried fruit “Grenade”.
Very admirable of you.
I feel like now you know I watched the Jersey Shore and I'm not sure if I'm ok with that.
Damn.
It's this new hybrid..
There are two kinds of people in this world: 1. Those who watched Jersey Shore and loved it. 2. Those who watched Jersey Shore and loved it but adamantly claim it's the worst TV show ever made. That may be wrong, but it sounds good. Right?
Btw. We're Facebook friends now. I should know these things.
Where can I get a .10 spaghetti dinner from? LOL!!!