How can you be in two places at once…
Jeneane apparently ran into me in a Publix (whatever that is) when I was actually in a different time zone. So, apparently I am now not only getting psychic flashes about earthquakes but am astrally projecting myself without my knowledge.
Since Jeneane and I have never met the 3D way – I look forward to the day – it makes me wonder how she identified me. Was it the duck-like waddle? The weasel eyes that are so close-set that they look crossed beneath my glasses? The stench of half-digested Milky Ways? Jeneane, do me a favor and don’t tell me! Thank you.
Clearly, David hopes to fool pesky autograph hunters with this unflattering self-portrait, one that has little resemblance to what he actually looks like in this photo with AKMA, for example.
YEP! Betsy, that’s the guy! That’s the guy I saw!
(And publix, for those northernly-inclined, is a grocery store that peppers the southeast. They pepper a mean lemon chicken too, but I digress…)
So, Jeneane, when you saw him, did you ask for his autograph?
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