I was shootin’ the breeze with myself the other morning, relaxing on one of my favorite park benches, having come to the conclusion that I am in fact correct about my most cherished assumptions (Sam “The Banana Man” Zemurray CLEARLY had two children with Bebe Rebozo: daughter Reba – TV’s “Reba McEntire,” and son Bozo – TV’s “Bozo,” sadly still deceased – WHY IS THIS STILL A SECRET?) when I started to become skeptical (see photo). Let’s join the conversation…
Khalid: …of course, I’m sure we can agree to differ.
Khalid: What are you talking about?
Khalid: I’m not the one doing all the talking here, buddy.
Khalid: What’s that supposed to mean?
Khalid: It means I don’t have to listen to your malarky, sir.
It went on and on. What I would have given to be speaking with someone other than myself, so that I could simply walk away! But that hasn’t been the case for some time now. Had I been talking with someone outside of my inner sanctum (in addition to my keeping-myself-company duties, I provide my own health and lawn maintenance, financial worry, waffle ironing, etc. – so I don’t have much time to engage in social frivolities!), I would certainly have prevailed upon them to consider becoming intoxicated with my new song Shootin’ The Breeze.