My favorite Monkee is Mickey Dolenz. He's dreamy. Mickey could actually sing and do a mean Jimmy Cagney. Those two things are all you have to do and I'm instantly emptying my wallet.
Yes, I am telegraphing encrypted messages on my blog to signal UFOs as to where to land. [Like, isn't it obvious?]
I do not have too much time on my hands. This is my job!
Although I do have abundant love in my heart, certain people may evoke a visceral aversion. Tom Cruise is one of those people. I do wish him well, however, and hope that one day he becomes Brad Pitt --Brad Pitt's best trait being that he's not Tom Cruise.
I do not sleep with a ventriloquist dummy. I don't know how that sick rumor got started but let's put it to rest right now. G'nite li'l rumor ! Wait, who's typing this?
To this day, my greatest fantasy is to slide down a freshly-waxed bowling alley wearing flannel pajamas and collide with the pins, as they shriek in ecstasy. I'm not so certain about how I'd anticipate the ball-return machine. Everything has its price.
Yes, one day my brother saw me in the back yard tying to steer the clouds when I was a kid. So what's the big deal? It rained.
It's true, I do have a pair of Japanese fighting fish; a nuclear missile ready to launch under the driveway; and scores of henchmen wearing "geritopia" black turtlenecks doing my bidding. It's amazing how much you can get done through the local Penny-saver.