Lunch with the Oglet
“So the stage manager/director is gay, and he has all the girls wearing TONS of glitter onstage. It’s on and in everything, and the whole auditorium looks like someone was skeet shooting faeries”
“Not the stage manager, I hope”
“No, he’s not even remotely sparkly.”
Later: “Damn, Dad, you’re right, Wrigleyville IS Boystown. I just saw a whole bunch of guys running with a lisp”

“running with a lisp”
Damn, that’s going into my lexicon right friggin’ now.
On the cack hand (I know; no, I don’t apologize :)), you now know of an available selection of college dance partners for the Oglet from which you can select.
Lol. Nice.
http://shipyourenemiesglitter.com/
What Ragin’ Dave said…
How come I can speak normally any other time, but when I say the word lisp, I want to say “lithp” like I was Sylvester the Cat?