Today I was having a Hot Chocolate Lollipop. It was delicious. So delicious, in fact, that I accidentally drooled a little bit on my boob and now there is a little spot that won't go away. If you think this will stop me from meeting Ben Folds and getting my CD signed, you would be wrong.
But what do I say? Do I compliment what I'm sure will be a great performance and hope he doesn't notice the drool stain on my boob? Or do I just say, "Hi, I've been a fan for a long time. Please don't judge me because there is a drool stain on my boob."
I think I'll just zip my hoodie all the way up. Better to look like a dork than a sloppy drooler.
Seriously, though. That was a good lollipop. The drool just sort of happened.
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Ben Folds will ogle your boobs whether there's a drool stain or not, but it might be a good conversation starter. You'll have to let me know if he does "Bitches Ain't Shit."
I had every intention of calling your VM if he started "Bitches Ain't Shit"!!
Alas, when I entered the performance area and saw a few sprogs loitering about the stage, I knew it was not to be. Kelly and I were both disappointed.
However, he made up for it by basically taking us through a mini choir performance. It was funny. Took me back to my High School Choir days. I even recalled the uniquely unpleasant smell of long, blue polyester choir robes that were only dry-cleaned but once a year.
Good times.
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