On my last birthday, Kenjiman decided that this was my year of World Domination.
I would, according to Kenjiman, take over the world and have a year of complete success. During that celebration, however, he cautioned me to choose carefully when selecting a second in command, as they invariably switch sides at the last minute and stab you in the back, just as your evil world domination plot is falling apart and the hero is on the verge of foiling your plans.
I have, I think, come up with the perfect solution.
Rather than selecting a second in command toady, I shall have a co-dictator in my plot to rule the world: The Cajun.
Actually, it was his idea.
We had a faux date Saturday, which we'd planned before I realized that Fozz was having his last weekend of freedom before starting law school. Ooops. Luckily, Fozz has forgiven me.
The Cajun and I went to see a terrible movie, and then went to have an amazingly good dinner. But as we were walking around the West Village, killing time before the restaurant opened for dinner (we are, apparently, AARP-eligible world dominators, we eat so early) and discussing how things would be so much better if we ruled the world, The Cajun suggested that we share despot duties.
I think it's a fine idea. I can't think of anyone I'd rather have my back in a touchy situation, where some blonde, blue-eyed hollywood buffed clone was trying to wreck our evil plans to rule the world.
So here's to The Cajun, my co-conspirator in World Domination.
I would, according to Kenjiman, take over the world and have a year of complete success. During that celebration, however, he cautioned me to choose carefully when selecting a second in command, as they invariably switch sides at the last minute and stab you in the back, just as your evil world domination plot is falling apart and the hero is on the verge of foiling your plans.
I have, I think, come up with the perfect solution.
Rather than selecting a second in command toady, I shall have a co-dictator in my plot to rule the world: The Cajun.
Actually, it was his idea.
We had a faux date Saturday, which we'd planned before I realized that Fozz was having his last weekend of freedom before starting law school. Ooops. Luckily, Fozz has forgiven me.
The Cajun and I went to see a terrible movie, and then went to have an amazingly good dinner. But as we were walking around the West Village, killing time before the restaurant opened for dinner (we are, apparently, AARP-eligible world dominators, we eat so early) and discussing how things would be so much better if we ruled the world, The Cajun suggested that we share despot duties.
I think it's a fine idea. I can't think of anyone I'd rather have my back in a touchy situation, where some blonde, blue-eyed hollywood buffed clone was trying to wreck our evil plans to rule the world.
So here's to The Cajun, my co-conspirator in World Domination.
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