I cleared my throat one day while saying “Al Gore” during a discussion of the non-“it’s all my fault the earth is warming up and if I don’t give up everything, we’re all going to die in one million years” global warming we’re experiencing and it sounded much like “Golem… golem… hack, cough… golem?” So I found a ring of fire and a gruesome picture of Al Gore and put them together (with amature abilities, obviously and making sure to put my stamp of embarrassed acknowlegement on it) to come up with…
“My preeeeeciouuuus ring of of global warming. I want everyone to know about it and covet it but I won’t let them get too close or they may realize the truth. It’s just a Cracker Jack ring I got when I was twelve years old. Finally after all these years I can get people to do what I say and not what I do… wishing upon falling stars really does work. Hey… maybe I can convince people the end is near because of falling stars… yeah… that’s the ticket.”
he is such a scary and hazardous to my health type of guy! Yikes!
yo – you are one weird gal – but i luv ya!