that's a funny title. see, 'cause i was going to say that last night was my first old person concert. *weak fist thrust in air tentatively* rock'n'roll! *dislocates hip*
you didn't feel unexpectedly spry and punktastic seated amongst the head-bobbing ad execs? honestly, it's been awhile since i've felt so youthful as when the mad drunken dancing duo whipped our their jane fonda workout feet.
for once the cosby in me felt youthful and huxtablian, not cranky and, er, huxtablian.
am trying really really hard to imagine bill cosby as a kid. and alls i know is he would wear suspenders and be master of the neighborhood pudding pop stand.
does that mean you cannot imagine me as a kid either?
oh no. because, you know- and prepare yourself, because this might be a shock- you are not really a huxtable. you're a dougo. and everybody knows a kiddougo is just a dougo minus 3'.
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