Clareified

So, Karol sent me this link from Peter’s new myspace blog. In it he says:

Forget about dogs, I want a monkey! …
First of all, I’d have miniature versions of all of my shirts made so we’d always be in matching outfits. Although he wouldn’t wear pants because, let’s face it, a monkey in pants looks creepy. Second of all, I’d give him a fun name, like Lil’ Pete. Third of all, he’d go everywhere with me. We’d be an unstoppable and inseparable duo, Lil’ Pete and I. We’d walk down the street together in our matching shirts and people would stop and say, “There goes Mr. Peter and Lil’ Pete.”

Now, while humourous, to be sure, this dream is completely ridiculous and wholly unfeasible, unlike my latest dream.

I want to open up a business and only hire dwarves….I mean little people, so that I could feel like a giant whenever I went to work. I would stretch out my arms, stomp around and say “rahr” whenever I walked out to the main floor to supervise their work. Hey, I bet I could get government grants and stuff, too. And I’m sue that they’d always be well behaved because of the constant implied threat that I’d crush them.

Hmmm, I suddenly understand Nike’s foothold in Indonesia.

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