Knock knock. “Who’s there?” Richard Belzer. “Richard Belzer who?” Terry Gross.
Apropos of nothing:
sexpigeon’s Tumblr is one of the top 750 things that’s ever been made. Including bourbon, Pixies’ Surfer Rosa, and ibuprofen.
My Lady Friend of over thirteen (13) years has alarmingly (delightfully and mercifully) near zero interest in any of the nonsense I follow on the internet. And, yet—and, YET!—she also appreciates the sublime magic that is sexpigeon. Viz., we both looked at this post tonight and laughed just so hard.
So, yes. One day I hope to meet sexpigeon. Absolutely. Take it as read.
But, I also shamefully crave that magical day when The Pigeon notices me doing something mundane on public transit, surreptitiously photographs it and makes merciless fun of it, and then, I get to laugh at it.
So, anyway. Yeah, sexpigeon.