Aw sheeit, now you gone ‘n’ done it dawg, I read this and then pulled my shirt over my face like the European soccer players do when they score a goal and ran up and down my street in full blown triumph until I got mown down by a streetsweeper. When I came to I still had nothin-but-non-gay-wood so I threw myself a parade (a non-gay parade). I am touched dude, not just in the head … but in my big black* NZ heart.
I don’t know how you knew about the rope incident, but today … I don’t care. The fact Bing chose to use his immense, world-spanning artistic eye to toast a boy from little ol’ NZ … well I think I might be blushing a little bit. My ego just might finally go right over the edge into pure unadulterated delusion.
*NZ national color not to be taken racially or as an allusion to disease.
- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.