|||||Spponfull of sugar anyone?||]|
|||||Let's go FLY a kite||]|
Everyone, I have a confession to make. I am in love. I am in love with this man here.
That's right. Dick Van Dyke. Today we will call you Bert. Bert, won't you draw me a chalk picture so that we can jump into it?
Also, I must admit; Julie Andrews, I am a little in love with you too.
As a matter of fact, I want to BE you. Please teach me your magical ways.
Right now, not only do I want to take stairs made of chimney soot to the top of houses to dance with my chimney sweeping friends, but I want to fly a kite as well. Michael, you lucky little fucker.
By the way, , I casted you as because every time I looked at him, I thought of you and how fucking CUTE it would be if you played him.
= love. I want this outing.
So who wants to put an advertisemnt in the papers?