i sometimes wonder if i could ever be a male supermodel. could i ever be as good as Derek Zoolander? Or Hansel? could i perhaps attain my own definitive move that would enrapture the public. my very own Magnum or Blue Steel.
Or i could just eat this chicken pot pie. yes, that's it.
Or i could just eat this chicken pot pie. yes, that's it.
if i marry you, what would my last name be? i mean, i cant be BaileyTheStrangeOne, cause then there would be two of us.
so my suggestion became the following:
i become BaileyTheStrangeOne and you become JosyphTheStrangerOne because you are most definitly more strange than i am.
if and when we have kids the will be {first name here}TheStrangestOne. oh, i guess that means we can only have one....well, thats okay. its the making em part that counts anyways.
thats as far as i got with that little tangent. i fell asleep soon after that.