Hey, remember that time Bobby went to the Brooklyn Book Festival, and a bunch of strangers walked up to him and asked if he was *that* Bobby? Yeah…
I’ve never been so proud. :)
I’ve never been so proud. :)
Bobby: Is that a marching band outside?
Me: It’s probably for Bastille Day.
Bobby: What’s a bass steel?
Me: It was a prison/fortress thing. Y’know, Bastille Day. When those cake-eaters stormed the Bastille…Louis XVI…French Revolution. Vive la France.
Bobby: What’s France?
I present: my freaking life.
Presented without comment.
loading tweets…