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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You leave me no choice. I will be flying to you and Stephen tomorrow to prove to you that, indeed, I can resist the humble Kaleb!
I'd like the opportunity to resist the humble Kaleb too. I would volunteer to be yourl ackey, but I think the distnce would make it difficult.
Dave's got enough lackeys. I'M the single one here! You two beautiful women belong to me!
Mwa ha ha... sigh...
Marissa, Sunday has come and gone and you never did show up. Kaleb, Stephen and I were waiting at the aiport wearing our sunday best and a dozen roses apiece.
What's up with that, yo?
Yeah, now I can't afford precious cold medicines. Lousy expensive airport roses...
It's okay, though. I'm a patient, patient man.
God help me, I've learned to be.
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