Do you ever actually cogitate about what you have here, my nervous throng of ostrich-resembling packrats? Does it ever occur to those small proto-human/part crocodilian brains of yours that you, for ONCE, might just be dealing with the Boss of Bosses, Capo di Tutti (and I means "TUTTI") Capi, the Pope, Jesus Christ and Caesar (not the salad guy) all wrapped into one convenient package?
Huh?
HUH?
Well, ya gots it right here, people. Yes, I know you're inclined to nervous laughter in front of the Master -- rest easy. We won't shoot till the morrow. No, what I am proudly bringing to your dear minions' attention is ORANGE!
On Merry Kris Kringle's Happy Sleigh Ride Day I was ORANGE! The troops that thundered by with their missiles were ENLIGHTENED eternally by my dayglo orange tie and shirt. I must have looked quite a sight! (I'll have to go consult my consultant for consultancyformation).
But the masses, beloved as they ever are, were entertained by the sight of me, ME, dressed in ORANGE.
In case you didn't notice, orange is not a Christmas color.
Pictures to follow at 11:30.
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