Idiom, sir?
Stephen's "fluffy" post has prompted a new one of my own, albeit a short one.
The girl in question from the night/morning in question is named Sarah. And Stephen's hair was fluffy. And no, Marissa you could not resist The Kaleb. The only thing about Stephen's description is that it insinuates a certain amount of narcisim on Kaleb's part. Not true at all. Very humble guy, doesn't know his own strength. But he does have a weird power over people. Case in point:
Last night I went and picked Sarah up and we drove out to Chapel Hill to hang around Bailey's until Kaleb (with a "K") got off work, and then we were all going to go out or whatever. Just as she was getting into the car I said to myself "Self, what sort of spineless lackey have you become? Are you now actually fetching Kaleb his women and bringing them to him?" Dammit, I am not a lackey! I am supposed to have my own lackeys!
Anybody wanna be my lackey?
posted by Bosephus Jamiroquai @ 1:59 PM
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