Sometimes I love the internet. Make that all the time. Like I want to send it candy grams and buy it an ID bracelet from Things Remembered at the mall. (I would engrave it with our initials intertwined, natch.) I want to dry hump the internet. There, I said it. I want to slow dance to Debarge with the internet and then dry hump in the back seat of its car until my hips are bruised, my mouth raw. (You just know the internet would have a bitchin' Camaro.)
I am an internet slut.
Because look at this. Just. Look. (And watch and listen.)
How else would I ever know what Dr. Seuss's ABC book would sound like in Jamaican Patois? I mean, short of traveling to Kingston to have someone read it to me over and over and over again?
And the best part is listening to Zoey recite the book now in Toddler Patois. Ehwnt Ehnneees Aehligayterrrr, eh, eh, eh.
For more of me being an internet slut please hop on over to The Voyage of V today where I am guestblogging my way to awkward. (Same PF, different address.) I told you I get around!