Reply #34: This isn't over. Oh no, my friend, this is FAR from over... [View All]

If there's one common thread among those who have chosen to take on the 'pooch (short for "Vespucci," kind of like "The Fonz," but maybe 1,000,000 times COOLER), it's this:

They all went crying home to MAMA. Every last one of them. Oh, they started OUT talking trash, but then their little house of cards came a-tumbling DOWN.

And Mama wiped their little noses and powdered their little bottoms and gave them a cookie and a glass of milk and tucked them into their little warm beds while I...the omniscient and omnipresent Amerigo Vespucci...remained the uncontested master of all I survey.

As I stand on the precipice overlooking my domain, the sun glinting off of my ruggedly chiseled features, I can only envy those gathered in my wake. For they have a leader that they can admire and emulate, while I...solitary in my own perfection...must continue to look within for inspiration. It's lonely at the top...don't let them tell you that it's not (Dear God, that's my SECOND Adam Ant quote this week...what's HAPPENING to me?)

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But I digress...

I realize that I may sound a little over-confident, but I prefer to see it as "self-actualization." The definition of "hyperbole" is "A figure of speech in which deliberate exaggeration is used for emphasis," but greatness cannot be exaggerated. Can you exaggerate the flawless beauty of a diamond as its many facets catch the light and refract it into glimmering shards of warmth? Can you exaggerate the sun as it rises or sets, the sound of the ocean waves lapping on the shore, the beauty of a rose in bloom, the blush of lovers' cheeks upon their first kiss?

FUGGEDABOUDIT! I got yer exaggeration right HERE!

I am a walking master of feng shui, the alpha and omega, the sun and the moon and every constellation in between.

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