As an aside - a summary of the two of us. ManFriend = good or completely amazing at things. T = comically not good or exceptionally bad at things.
While I was lurking, I took photos of the hair, because it was impressive and something I felt the rest of the world was missing out on. You'll notice tomorrow that it will have gone remarkably unreported on, much like Occupy Wall Street was subject to a media black out.
|Head Swirler over-shares, and tries to |
compensate by appearing charming.
|Head Swirler sneezes then holds face for photo.|
So, anyway, back to the lurking. I nearly forgot, I was skulking too. When I heard his feet on the stairs, I shifted slightly couch and scratched in eager anticipation. Oh, if only I could have that anticipation back! All my hopes of inciting disgust, or at least a comment about letting ones self go, were completely dashed. He failed completely to react in a satisfactory manor.
Instead, he looked at me casually for about 5 seconds, then let out a long fart that sounded like an angry goose playing a trumpet. Kind of hissy with a brassy finish.
Well played, ManFriend, well played.