Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Foon

Zoe just asked me if it was 'Annette Fudicello' or 'Annette Funicello.' I was all, “Funicello,” and she was all “Fudicello?” and I was all, “No, Funicello, Foon. Foon.” “Food? Or Foon?” “FOON! Foonicello! Why do you want to know?” And she was all, “I was just thinking of Annette.”

Later Zoe walked by my desk and said, “What, do you think that I just go around thinking of Mickey Mouse? And children?”

1 comment:

Ivan the Terrible said...

Where are the Zoe updates? I can no longer bear the suspense. Also, more skin please. How about some pictures of Zoe? Preferably in her underwear? Your obstinate refusal to post same has driven me to peruse increasingly seedy alternative sites in search of other Zoes in their underwear, which is frankly a poor substitute.

I assume it's their underwear, anyway. For all I know it's our Zoe's, and she just lends it to them to break it in. I understand a new thong can be painfully chafing. Perhaps that's why those poor ersatz Zoes never seem to keep them on for long.

Yes, you heard correctly. I said our Zoe. She belongs to the world now.

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