Last weekend, I went to my nephew's graduation from kindergarten--kind of a strange thing in itself to this particular avowed non-parent--wherein every child stood at a mic and announced what s/he wanted to be when s/he grew up: there were many astronauts, veterinarians, a few soldiers, dentists, and spa-girls(?), but the best, and only reason for this post at all is (and I will enbiggen this response for emphasis):
When I grow up I want to be a tiger.
Fucking hell, me too.
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I already am.
Rowr!
I want to be Tawky Tawny when I grow up (there's a story there but I won't bore you with it).
Oh come on! You can't dangle that in front of us and pretend we'll be bored!
I'm with Saudade on that one, Mark...Tawky Tawny? Give it up, now!
It's boring due to the sheer amount of name-dropping I do in it.
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