Mister Kitsch just returned from a trip to New Orleans and he came up to me and said, "I brought you a surprise! Close your eyes!" I did and he put the above guy in my hands.
Me: Aww! I love it! Thanks!
Him: You're welcome. I thought you might like him.
Me: You drank an enormous alcoholic drink, didn't you?
Him: What? How did you know that?
Me: Oh, I've been around the block...let me tell you.
Him: It was really cool. The drink is called a "Shark Attack". There is a tiny mermaid in the drink and the waitress comes out with this guy full of Grenadine and when she puts it in the drink, it looks like blood. She yells "Shark Attack!"
Me: She knows that this is a whale though, right?
Him: What's that?
Me: It's not a shark. It's a whale. Does she know that?
Him: Um, I don't? know?
Me: If she were really thinking about it, she'd call it a "Whale Attack".
Him: You know, yes. Yes, I imagine so.
It was then that I realized that I'm a big ole buzz-kill.
Until next time,
x's and o's,