May 28, 2004
Thumby, arising out of a narcoleptic slumber, queried, "Che, why do you let L'il Bouzzini bother you so?"
And I say to her- perhaps we can rent out the film Amadeus and consider how Salieri tormented our fair Mozart. Admittedly, L'il Bouzzini once presented the sort of challenge that lit up all my firecrackers and barbequed my grills, but that's passed. Yet Bouzzini still persists in taunting me, perhaps because I'm so polite I even say ‘god bless you' when others pass flatulence!
Yawning, Thumby repeated, "Okay, but you still haven't answered why you let L'il Bouzzini bother you so..."
And I say to her- perhaps we can rent out the film Amadeus and consider how Salieri tormented our fair Mozart. Admittedly, L'il Bouzzini once presented the sort of challenge that lit up all my firecrackers and barbequed my grills, but that's passed. Yet Bouzzini still persists in taunting me, perhaps because I'm so polite I even say ‘god bless you' when others pass flatulence!
Yawning, Thumby repeated, "Okay, but you still haven't answered why you let L'il Bouzzini bother you so..."
