nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah, I got boot.
(’mouse hangs his head, defeated, yet feels a slight tickle of happiness at his friend’s success.)
‘mouse, I didn’t know you were coveting me, so how can you feel defeated?
Ah, Goliard, how quickly you’ve learned to push el Presidente’s buttons…
are we competing for boot now? I had her before, so to speak.
e, don’t you still have me? Am I no longer yours?
I think I am. But, then, I also think I don’t exist. So, perhaps that’s it.
goliard seems to think she’s made a raid. of course, I thought she was no longer blogging again, so that shows you how much i know.
You know, all I seem to come in response to this is “tee-hee”.
oh dear! you people....
I’m sooooooo glad goliard re-appeared briefly before this sentence appeared in the ‘one year ago’.