"Turn it on," Myx said.
"I'm not going to lower that onto you, Myx. It won't reach; plus, the noise will drown out your voice"
I thought shoving MIRACLE MYX into the business end of a hairdryer a bit much--even for me. Myx was just fine on the seat.
"I'm still a little damp from all the cold and wet places you seem to think are interesting. How do you come up with such inhospitable and dangerous settings?"
I wonderred if this was a real or rhetorical question. Maybe I'd better just shut up ....
"They're convenient ... I mean ... I carefully plan what I think is going to be interesting to our readers and then strategize how to best achieve an esthetic effect."
Wow! That sounded good to me! I must be getting better at throwing Myx off my real motivations!.
"You're a lyin' sacka--"
"Maybe I will turn it on!" I interrupted.

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