So I'm now like one year older. Which is a major milepost, cause when you're this age, every extra year is like that. I'm also heavier (but still women's size extra small in most things), by reason of eating nearly half a cake yesterday. Peaches and cream between anglefood. With whup cream icing. And sugar rosettes.
It came from double A bakery on stockton street.
It was a very large cake.
Very very large.
Queensize.
Auntie Wah (and her big white boyfriend!), uncle Booboo, uncle Fatty, Grannie, Nie, my cousin Chee, Pang-sook, and Ah-Fei came over. Plus Mom and Dad and my brothers, and Mei and her galumpish husband-thingy were there. And naturally Richard, who stayed up in my room the whole time.
But the cake was much too big.
Later at night I went to the kitchen and got two more large slices, one for me, one for Richard - who was in my room the whole time.
Richard really really liked the cake. And wanted one more piece. So I went and got it for him.
He was soooooooo excited!
Frogs love cake. It's that simple.
All amphibs like cake, but frogs especially.
You've seen Kermit get excited on television?
It ain't the pig, buster. It's pure sugar.
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So how old are you, my little laddoo?
And happy birthday, by the way.
---Grant Patel
Did you get any frog panties?
Inquirting minds want to know.
---Grant Patel
I also like cake.
---Grant Patel
You have a boy up in your room?
I guess your parents are kind of dim, seeing as they didn't even know it.
Boy frog. Richard is green and less than a foot tall. Was that not apparent?
I do not know how I could've made it any clearer.
And mr. Patel, I am not a laddoo.
Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet? Are you eighteen yet?
---Groaning Prancers
Groaning Prancer poses an excellent question.
So, are you eighteen yet? We quiver with anticiciciciicippppation!
---Grant Rckyhorrorpictureshowtell
It seemed obvious to me that Richard was the frog.
As in the obvious referent in this post:
http://deathbynoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-white-and-green-and-happy.html
And the clear mention in this post:
http://deathbynoodles.blogspot.com/2008/11/frog-prince.html
It's a frog thing. SeanO did not tune in early enough.
I think a restraining order is in order for Grant Patel.
Is this Gr&P reader some kind of idiot? Or just drunk?
Off his meds, off his rocker, cooking on another planet, out where the buses don't run, in need of a check-up from the neck up, bug loose...and, rumor has it, a very crude man.
Damn frog, I'm fine. Fine I tell you! Stop ribbeting your slanderous nonsense forthwith!
Wait, why am I arguing with an amphibian?
---Grant Premedicated
Are you eighteen yet?
---Grant Pantiwallah
Hey, leave the amphibian alone! At least he isn't obsessively stalking everything in panties!
Not everything in panites. Just the panties. Mmmmm, lacy, silk, pure brushed cotton, mmmmmmm!
Is ANYONE here eighteen yet?
---Grant Pootilish
Grant, do you mean physically, or mentally?
I would submit to you that ms. Wong is mentally your superior, though you are undoubtedly so far advanced beyond her years that you qualify as geezer.
By comparison, of course. I do not mean to suggest that you are a fosilized pervert. You are obviously still young and sproingy.
February 13, 2009 1:50 PM
The above in answer to the question "Is ANYONE here eighteen yet?"
One could also ask why mr. Patel is so keen to find out. What does he think that might mean in regards to himself?
After all, he'll STILL be a teenager....... leastways, not the epitome of maturity.
Are you eighteen yet?
Are you eighteen yet? I sttilll quivivviviver!
Answer me, you mincks!
---Grewbanks Mordicant
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