"I'm bling bling to the bone!" pronounced seven year-old Iris Uber Alles.
"I don't even know what that means," said forty year-old Anton.
"Everyone has to be 'to the bone.' I'm bling bling to the bone! Frowsty* is beautiful to the bone!"
Intrigued, I asked, "What am I 'to the bone'?"
Silence, followed by a diplomatic "I don't know yet."
* Frowsty = Iris's fluffy black cat
3 comments:
frankly i wouldn't ever ask her again.
Sexy to the bone.
I'm bad to the bone because I'm origional.
I think it's time you introduced her royal blingness to George Thorogood and the Destroyers, don't you think?
He was bad to the bone long before most of today's playaz committed their first juvenile offenses.
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2amsomewhere
(drinking alone, preferring to be by myself)
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