Yesterday, after making an OCDy list of things I have to do this week, I texted Preston:
Me: Sigh. I am not enough person.
Preston: What does that mean?
Me: I want to make a clone of myself to do stuff for me.
Preston: Yeah. We should make more friends.
Me: Weak minded ones that do our bidding.
Preston: What if they turn on us?
Me: That's why we've been training the cat to hunt
Preston: Oh, I've been training her to carry large wads of money in her mouth
Me: Let's hope our new friends carry bacon scented bills
Preston: Now we're talking...
Later that day, while studying in the library:
Preston: You remind me of the babe
Me: What babe?
Preston: The babe with the power.
Me: What power?
Preston: The power of voodoo
Me: Who do?
Preston: You do
Me: Prove it.
Preston: Turn around
If you don't get this reference, I'm sorry you're not more acquainted with Labyrinth, the zenith of Mr. David Bowie's career. For your pleasure:
I'm ready for another Bowie Bash...anyone? I'll bring the movie, you bring the stardust.