If that was me in that video I’d live off the glory for the rest of my life. I’d probably sit in a pub near a surf beach and get a flat-screen tele made that could hang around my neck and I’d loop that video indefinitely. Underneath the screen on my t-shirt it would say, “that’s me in that video” with an arrow pointing to the video. I’d drink rum and smile and be very happy that I was alive.
The time was right. Vladimir would share his secret. He whispered into the ear of his close friend Yuri, “rearrange these words comrade: nuts is Svetlana freakin”
The poster looked amazing, I stood majestic. But to hold the next meeting at the stables off Waterford Avenue, well, that was simply a stroke of genius.
Now, if I could just find the right balance of tact and sincerity to tell Megan that I fancied the shit outta the back half of Roger and Susan’s centaur, Maximus.