For Dildo Baggins from The Boys

We’re sorry you don’t appreciate Anya like we do. Unfortunately for you, that’s a bad thing. Your loss. She says you stand around with your dick in your hand with No Such Agency and that outpost in Indonesia you’re at while she goes on with her life.

You and all the rest of you
 “don’t know what to do with her”.

Right?

In our world, Talent WILL be rewarded.
Immensely.

You’ve been sitting on your ass for years while she’s the prize.

The “golden fleece”.

And no one can touch her. Because we say we do. Nobody else. She’s ours. Got it? And she likes it just fine like that. We feed her some meat and she stays in her cage.

Story arc and end of story.

Dork.

(Sorry for such a harsh analogy. We know you’re not a cat in a cage. Yet. I mean, if you wanna be. But we won’t do that. We know what you like. Story’s comin’. Just wait. We’ll put you up front. Don’t you worry.)

(Me chiming in):
Thanks. I know what you mean. You’re not ones for words. You’re more like action men. I like men of action. Men of action who do nothing. Until I say it.

Hobgoblin

Call and

Response:

1) What are you augmented with? 
2)Who sent you?
3) Who’s responsible? 

https://youtube.com/watch?v=il9nqWw9W3Y&si=MAqoHsOARAVeDEjB

Summer is Ready When You Are

😘😚 

Not Chinese Lanterns

Me and the Boys in the Hotel Lobby

I haven’t got

I’m not waiting nine years patiently in the audience for you to come around. This should’ve been done yesterday. In a just world, it would’ve been done years ago. But I digress. Someone was playing this in my ear for days not too long ago. At least their taste in music is getting better. No thanks to them. I’m sure they got it by looking at my music collection. You’re welcome. Add music appreciation teacher to the list of things I’ve been doing gratis for years to the bill.
You roll out whatever your cute little thing is to roll out. Meanwhile, I’m going to work behind the scenes and pin these people to the wall. You look at me with a jaundiced eye. I look at you with suspicion.
And the guy who was playing this in my ear for three days?
 I don’t like him at all.
A hound dog coming into my living room and shitting on my metaphorical rug is not exactly someone I would call a friend.

#Years