It’s Pride Month! Hooray! A whole month dedicated to making a big deal of insignificant personal preferences! I wasn’t able to pull together a parade, festival, or rally but that hasn’t dampened my enthusiasm one little bit. Pay attention while I brag about my petty penchants.
I like my couch. It’s better than the other furniture in the house. I’m proud of the way it makes me feel to sit in it. Sometimes I fall asleep on it. So it’s just like your bed. When I eat off of it, it’s no different from a dining room table. In some ways, it’s better. Once I stood on it to swat a spider crawling across the ceiling. In your face, ladder people!
This month, I’m proud I own a couch. I’ll remember the people who fought hard to make sure I can vote, marry, and participate in commerce without compromising my interior furnishings. I’m a loud-proud guy who sits on a sofa and you’re going to hear what I have to say.
Sofa Pride!
…okay then…
I guess that’s it.
Please tell me what your parade is all about!
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In my humble opinion I think Phkarlgh is the correct spelling.
Great podcast today. I especially liked the part when Amanda saved the day with the batteries:)
Anytime, Pkarghl. Anytime.
I will have a pride parade about being humble.
The Parade Pretty Good Marshall will ride in a little red wagon pulled by a tricycle.
The marching band will consist of three flutophones and an oatmeal box drum.
There will be no confetti, because I don’t want to trouble anybody with having to clean it up.
No equestrian units, too.
There will be a float made from a refrigerator box on a skateboard, with a banner expressing my gratitude for not living in California anymore. I found Southern California to be a pretty good place to live in the 1960’s, but nowadays not so much.
The parade route will stay on the sidewalk, so as not to block traffic.
I prefer my Davenport. It’s really a couch but I sensed it wasn’t happy if fulfilled with its purpose. But once I sensed its identity was truly a Davenport, I … I mean it … has been much more pleasant to sit, lay, lounge on.
And yes… of COURSE I ask for permission and consent before I go digging between the cushions for loose change and thenrrmote.
I presume you took it to a counselor to find its true purpose.
I’m personally very proud of my right thumb. It helps me pick up things, eat, and turn on the TV.