A whole bucketful of awesome. |
This page is, in fact, an overflowing bucketful of awesome, but I didn't want to brag too much. |
Listen up.
We all got our red pandas. You heard me. You got yours. I got mine. Everybody from Mother Teresa, to taxicab drivers, to male nurses, to Mike Nesmith’s mom who invented Liquid Paper, to taxicab drivers. They all got red pandas. And so do you. Some say it’s what separates us from the computers.
I got a red panda of my own. It’s Alan Alda. That’s right. That Alan Alda. And you know what else? I ain’t ashamed neither. I ain’t ashamed, and I ain’t judging other people’s red pandas. That’s not who I am. It ain’t who I am, and it ain’t how I was brought up.
Alan Alda is my red fuckin’ panda.
Now. You got something you wanna say? Something to get off your chest? Something that’s been troubling you on the insides but you just couldn’t share it with nobody?
Something red?
My red panda beats me.
