Airborne Mafia Christmas List
The school teacher that created the amazing little effervescent of goodness and minerals named Airborne, apparently has an amazing house in Malibu. I’m happy for her. That stuff has some serious Harry Potter VooDoo workin’. Two or three of those horse sized vitamin poppers a day, and watch out! I’ve actually gotten to the point where I fill a shot glass with water, plop fizz, wait one minute, then shoot that biz like Spring Break in Cabo! Thank honey, enjoy that Malibu Barbie dream home.
For some reason, this time of year — the “holidays” to the lay person — is the time of year when me and my friends harken back to the days of yore known as Junior High School Church Camp. We all get horrible acne, gripe about how our parents don’t know anything and we overindulge in rousing games of Mafia. This is one of those games that is better accented with the threat of losing clothing, but who really did that in junior high? Maybe Kelly Bechshalmer; she was kinda “that girl.”
Everyone wants to know what I want for Christmas. Yes you do, don’t argue with me. Truth is, I haven’t thought to much about it. Maybe you could help by telling me what you want. Not that I’ll get it for you, but if I get what you want I’ll be sure to send you a picture of me enjoying your Christmas Wish. Fair?
One last question: if you had a podcast, what would the focus be?
Words I had to look up for spelling or usage verification: effervescent & Cabo (really no “h”?).
