While walking around Half Price Books a few days ago with some friends who also author this blog, I spotted this gem. Frenchy and I (you know who you are) were playing a lovely game called " what would you do if that was on his coffee table?" After an array of bizarre finds, for example a creepy book of Negro dolls (politically incorrect, but appropriate for the time period of the book), we found this righteous fantasia box set. It was of course immediately part of the game and my unwarranted response was "I WOULD LET THAT GUY DO ANYTHING HE WANTED TO ME."
I think this mainly stems from my belief that everyone likes at least one portion of fantasia. I literally sat mezmerised in front of that shit for most of my childhood. Especially the "dance of the hours" with the hippos and ostriches. Any dude could dance in my bed for hours by showing me his knowledge of Bach and Tchaikovsky. I would know him in the biblical sense till those annoying brooms with a mind of their own take over. I am a classy lady, and I would totally lick your nuts for Disney animation set to classical music. Guilty as charged.
Penultimate sentence = BEST.
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