Last night, I dreamt I was in my old childhood bedroom, and I found a magazine with an article about Rick Astley on the back. My first impulse was to scan it and upload it to the internet. What can this possibly mean?
I baked you a cake (is chocolate okay?) and I bought you a new car (a dark green Jag, is that alright?). I think you are one of the most awesomest peoples ever and I am sure that many good things will come to you this year. Happy Birthday!!!!
Happy birthday! I'd bring you baked goods if I could.
I have 2 lemons (one zested and one unzested) and no idea what to do with them. (I've already made a batch of lemon tarts and lemon cream cheese cupcakes which are in the fridge at work.) What can I do with those lemons the weekend after this upcoming one?
Eideteker - I spent it like I spend every Sunday - doing my elecronica radio show and practicing improv in Boston. Oh, there was also two delicious cakes baked in my honor, as well as a swell Beef Bourguignon dinner cooked by Miko.
Jester - coconut carrot by the looks of it.
Miko - of course I will (did.)
Obscure - I am 42 years old. And no, it doesn't.
Eide again - you long for a simpler time, when memes hung around longer. Rick Astley not only reminds you of your youth, but of your youth on the internet.
Typewriter - it couldn't have been better. It was paradise for 24 hours.
Elsa - no, thanks. Two is enough - trust me.
Kangaroo - of course it is.
Specklet - you know I do!
Sperose - make me a lemon cake.
IRFF - yes, you should. I demand a sonnet.
Oneswell - I'm 42.
Rmless2 - it was unbelievably amazing.
Whelkish - draw me a picture of a lion with the face of a golden retriever that is the size of an elephant, please.