(Fumbles for speech

that he’s been rehearsing for 11 years.)

First I’d like to thank myperzunlordnsavyer, Jebus.

Then I’d like to give a shout out to Mom: Made it, Ma’. Top o’ the world!

(OK, admittedly that was a shout out to Cody Jarrett’s Mom.)

Also my eternal thanks to all the little people who made this moment possible.

General Tom Thumb for livin’ the dream!

Napoleon Bonaparte, both for the Louisiana Purchase and the ice cream.

Both Pinkie and The Brain.

Abu Gonzales.

The head of the Lollipop Guild for waiving certain regs.

A lass we’ll just call “Sally” who showed me…stuff.

I would thank one “Cordwainer Bird”, but he’s still very much alive and kicking, and I understand he still commands a phalanx of loyal Deathbird Squads, and I am wise in the ways of not gratuitously pissing off someone who A) I admire very much, and B) who can have me removed from the planet.

Yes, of course I know this was just a mindless aggregating subroutine grinding away on a slow news day that happened to pop this blog to the top of the WaPo comments on this story.

But if you don’t think I’m going to hitch my thumbs into my belt someday soon and, in my best Barney Fife, chat up some lovely lass with, “Did you catch my piece in the Washington Post this weekend. A-yep, yep, yep. That was me. Sure was.”, then you obviously have no idea who you are dealing with.

Because lemme tell ya, that moment? That short interval between laying out my smooth line of product and being hit with a face-full of mojito?

It’s golden ;-)