My Lady Wonder Wench won’t be running off with Big Louie in the near future. Here’s what she said about the current podcast:
If we still lived in New York, I would understand the Louie Louie Lad’s difficulties with crossing lights – or anything he has to push to make it work. It is, after all (so I am told), a sign of increasing age when things like your middle finger no longer work correctly (as in, driving your car in dumb traffic) or beckoning to a pretty girl to come hither. Now the Lad himself hasn’t aged a single hair in a v-e-r-y looonnnggg time. But you should see Big Louie, His Own Bad Self. Now THAT is aging with a vengeance.
Makes me awfully glad the Lad is only marginally related to him. And after all, I can still push those damned crossing lights for both of us (if he promises to slow down and wait for me!).