But will she call me Big Daddy?
Aw, poor Goof… but not to despair! I have it on good word that the old gal Bertha (aka Big Bertha) has a hankering for narwhals of all types. Although she’s known to prefer the Great Arctic Narwhals, legend has it she’s cavorted with the Great Arctic Narwhal’s southern counterpart, monoceros shrinkus minumus (Lesser Southern Narwhal). I bet if you cleaned up, combed your hair like The Donald, and slathered on an appropriate quantity of Musk Ox pheromone you’d be a shoe in. That or you’d get intimately (and quickly!) introduced to the Musk Oxen of tundra lore…
--Bill
"Eskimo ICE cream pies"
A little redundant, don't ya think?
Bill, I'm guessing after the walrus tusks, mom's not not going to be too thrilled with my meager offering. They don't call me narwhale for nothing, in fact they don't call me narwhale at all.
-- BD
Goofy - that Zappa was a veritable font of wisdom, wasn't he. I think he and I were talking different cream pies though...Eskimo ICE cream pies. Though I'm sure the mighty Zappa would have had a theory on that as well.
Ricky - It's quality and quantity and guess which one trumps. I figure a Louisiana man shouldn't worry none.
I dated an Inupiat Eskimo a few years back while working in Alaska. It’s a definite no to walrus skin undies, but affirmative to the winkie-warming instincts :o)! Now, her mother Bertha still lived in the Nome tribal villages, so she might have knowledge of walrus skin undergarments. I’m pretty sure I can work up an introduction to her mom if this piques your interest, Goof!
LOL.Goof
I have never run into an eskimo up here either...good thing for the eskimo tho.......,according to what Ricky thought I meant. :)