On July 4th, I attended a festive celebration at the home of my friend (and Realtor) Mike Jorgensen. It was filled with merriment, patriotism, and meat-longings, as demonstrated in this picture of Adam, Mike, and I, our mouths open with unabashed glee.
I do not tell you this because I believe you are interested in the happiness of my or my friends. Indeed, you most assuredly are not. No, I tell you this because on that day a glorious myth came crashing to the ground.
I am speaking, of course, of the illusion that Adam is destined for a life of alienation and singlehood. Let me now show you definitive evidence that this couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Look at how weak-willed these lovely young women become in the presence of our favorite philosopher! They are overcome with pleasure and longing for his refined intellect and blogging prowess. In fact, as you can see, they soon overpowered him with their affections and feminine desires.
Meanwhile, as the girls were busy with their sassing and tickling and giggling, I was reflecting on the majesty that is Independance Day, celebrating when we finally defeated the British on D-Day under the leadership of Gen. Abraham Lincoln. Truly ours is the most glorious of all nations. But even more than all that, I understood the TRUE reason for the season. The underlying cause for our celebration and unbridled joy.
This picture reflects the moment this understanding came to me.
I look so embarassed in those photos… who wouldn’t be with such a coveted female attention from such becoming women.
Don’t tell anyone, but I have these pictures on my computer’s desktop and screen saver and I look at them when I am lonely.
Whatever gets one by. We will not judge.
Thom, have you attracted anyone with your dancing these day? That’s right. Sit down.
Yeah he saw it.
Sincere expressions of sadness and isolation are not welcomed at this website, Adam.
Fine. I hate everything especially dead cats and Ben Franklin.
The one on the far right seems to especially want him.
[And since I know none of these women, that one is probably Adam's sister. Or worse, Peter's.]
Awww, blissful awkwardness. Best of JLP!
I think Adam looks more comfortable with me touching him than the girls. Interesting!
Aren’t theses the girls you were telling me you thought were dumb? These are the dumb girls, right Adam? The ones you went on and on about?