To satisfy my mother, who fears that I may be taken to jail for claiming to have people in my closet (It doesn’t make sense to me either…), I have the following disclaimer:
I don’t literally have the previously mentioned people in my closet. Woe is me.
I have kids under my bed.
8 of them. Franc, Ruble, Lira, Little Yen, Eenie, Meenie and Minie . . . and of course Aatu, who is as of yet still a babe in arms.
And the Wilmore police have yet to pick me up for anything. And I haven’t even mentioned the men in my closet. Or man. He is significantly less well known than your closet lovers (ooookay. that didn’t sound right) but I think he’s dang hot.
You should have heard me when I referred to the group as “my johns” in mixed company (I’d forgotten about Hugh that particular moment).
Yeah. The reaction was kinda like the one you just had…..
yeah, i understand. imagine how folks react to my kids. poor little dears. like it’s all their fault.
Oh, and P.S. i don’t think that anyone truly believes that you could have caught that many cute guys and sequestered them in your closet together. so i highly doubt that you would be arrested for it.
Ouch.That really hurts…..
Hey…. you’ve seen the proof of my overwhelming beauty first-hand.
And Maria’s big brother called me hot. So there.
he also flipped you off. get over yourself