45 seconds of exquisite perfection. And I managed to totally clutch. Words failed me, all the "regular" Barney conversation that could transpire, well, that happened. Paris, so courteous and sweet. Thanks Paris, be well.

A few of life's constant paradigms:

Smile, nod, and back away.

Pay Attention.

Faaack It!

Denny Crane!

That's Hot.

Huh.

What do you know about that fucking thing?

Sex Bomb Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Love grenade. I love love grenades.

Flipper still rules. OK?

Bon fuckin' soir y'all.

And if all the rest escape your sensabilities "PAY ATTENTION"

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in sleeping

in dreaming

in awakening

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Anxious today. No different than any other day. So I'm normal!!! But tomorrow, "What's Next?" I was going to say something else, but I forget... Mad Cow disease acting up. Haven't purchased tickets to unknown cliffs yet. Not excited, not even the least. But in Cali, why not? Budweiser says it best: "Why ask why?" Cheers dude.
Oh yeah, I'm venturing into squirrel suit territory. Fly fly fly away.