HE: How long do rabbits live?
ME: Long enough to die on your birthday.
HE:
ME: Stupid Hopscotch.
HE: Here comes Dingle.
ME: Uh, I believe his name is Jindal.
HE: I like Dingle.
ME: Okay.
DINGLE: “We believe Americans can do anything.”
ME: “Anything”? Lord. I hope not.
ME: Why does he keep going on about Louisiana?
HE: He’s Dingle.
HE: Help me, Dingle!
ME: Hahahahahaha. He’s Dingle.
HE: Hahahahahaha.
ME: Hahahahahaha.
HE and ME: Hahahahahaha.
We are politically astute creatures.
I love Jindal! I still didn’t watch, though. I couldn’t stomach the first act.
Rabbits? Was there a magic trick performed when I went down to the laundry room?
Sarahk–the secret is to run your dishwasher so you can’t hear the TV. Then you can make up your own speech to go with the gestures.
Rabbits. Yeah. A bit hard to explain. Just go with it.
I didn’t know Jindal was going to be on. Upset I missed that portion.
I missed it – had to ref at the rink (and BOY O BOY what BIG FUN that turned out to be) and got home just in time for the hagiography/recap of the One’s speech.
Dingle 2012!
Now I just want him to run so we can continue to call him Dingle. That is the extent of my interest anymore.
Go Dingle!
I thought for sure you’d be calling him “Jingle.” Too seasonal?
Help me, Dingle, YEAH… Git ‘er outta my hearrttt.