I Wish to EXPAND Upon This. And I Shall. Immediately After I Awaken From My Nap/Coma.

I Am Nuts—Cray-Cray—Okay? But I Have FINALLY Discovered Someone Even More Bat-Shit Cray-Cray-Crazy-Nuts Than Me.

Ah! If I were 100 Years Younger!

I Would ‘Have’ Her!

Probably Not.

But it is a Pleasant Fiction.

I often lie awake at night, thinking about Aubrey

And NO! IT AIN’T ABOUT THAT!

(This is a FAMILY-Friendly Blog–Get Yer Mind Outta That Gutter!)

I often lie awake thinking of her.

And I do often ponder:

“Is She For Real? If I ever met her, would she be Aubrey?”

Yes!

I BELIEVE HER!

SHE IS Aubrey.

Exactly as Advertised.

She is For REAL!

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Aubrey Makes Me Happy!

She Makes Me Happy–

She Enriches MY Life

Makes Me Realize…

I Am Not All Alone In This World After-All.

I Am Just a Wee-Bit Off-Center

“Three Bubbles Off Plumb”

As Molly Ivins Used to say

And I Am Good With That

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Yes! This Post Is All Fukked-Up–

Because I Am Stupid & Caint Edit For Shit

Aubrey Plaza!

I love her.
She is insane

(In That Good Way)

MS Muse sez, “Lance! You Love Anything that wears a skirt!”

“Not True” Lance says. “I don’t much care for The Irish.”


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Funny How it has taken me so long to swerve into her…

(Obviously I Need to get Out More)
But I am here now.

Wholly On-Board with her quirkiness and her cray-cray
‘Better late Than Never’ I suppose.


“Lucky for you Aubrey that I am an old Fuk, Otherwise, I would be stalking you.”
With a Heart-felt and Relentless Passion

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