You may have seen some commercials featuring some guy who is purported to be the most interesting man in the world. Sorry to burst anyone's bubble, but that guy will have to settle for second place.
Yesterday, I got home from work around 10AM, slept for a couple of hours, then high-tailed it down to Manhattan to meet up with N__B and the guy who is more interesting than The Most Interesting Man in the World, none other than Major Kong. Major Kong is the guy who can set 200,000 pounds of metal moving at 130mph on the ground without breaking an egg in the cockpit. He's gone supersonic (and not in the J.J. Fad sense of the word). He's the closest thing to Santa that you naughty heathens will ever meet. He's a hell of a nice guy.
I have to say, I really dig the Major. He's brilliant, he's cool, he loves cats, he's had some fascinating life experiences, he's an all-round GOOD GUY. It was a pleasure and a privilege to sit down with him and Ned for a couple of hours on a Sunday afternoon. I am, and I'm sure Ned would say the same thing, looking forward to future visits from the good Major. Now, when are the rest of you going to get your asses to the New York Metro Area?
ADDENDUM: Ya know, I totally muffed it by not referring to Major Kong as a Knight of the Air. I will perform penance for this oversight by watching Nena videos. IBIMBIYKWIMAITTYD
ADDENDUM TO THE ADDENDUM: Watching the video for Nena's Leuchtturm for the third time in a row... did ever a cuter human being walk this planet?
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It was vaguely like drinking with Clark Kent and Winnie the Pooh.
I'll make it back someday...
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I'm kind of a west-of-the-rockies kinda fellah. But I know lots of small towns in New Mexico and Idaho.
Not the same thing, I guess....
It was vaguely like drinking with Clark Kent and Winnie the Pooh.
Poor Clark was panicking whenever he caught a glimpse of the Midori bottle, and Winnie the Pooh bogarted all the mead!
I'll make it back someday...
You'd best! The Lew Rudin Golf Center needs you.
I'm kind of a west-of-the-rockies kinda fellah. But I know lots of small towns in New Mexico and Idaho.
It's been years since I crossed the Continental Divide. I've been content to site here in my Safe Northeastern Home.
Y'all better get out here 'fore mikey & I close the Divide for good & saw off the older 2/3 of the nation so it can drift back to Yurp.
It was vaguely like drinking with Clark Kent and Winnie the Pooh.
Stay away from Winnie after he's had a few pints and he starts on the whisky. He's a mean drunk.
Lucky you, to hang with Major Kong and N_B.
And hey, if you come out west, can I tag along with you, M. Bouffant, and mikey?
Y'all better get out here 'fore mikey & I close the Divide for good & saw off the older 2/3 of the nation so it can drift back to Yurp.
But will you sink with California when it falls into the sea?
Lucky bastards, all of you.
You make your own luck, DOCTOR!!!
Stay away from Winnie after he's had a few pints and he starts on the whisky. He's a mean drunk.
Why do you think we lure him into that hole? Besides THAT, I mean.
And hey, if you come out west, can I tag along with you, M. Bouffant, and mikey?
No doubt about that! Next time you come east, I'll buy you a spleen sandwich. We'll meat N__B and Mini_B at the Baby Biergarten.
Yay!
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