I should not be in charge of what Fun looks like.

(All kinds of artistic license was taken with this transcription of a text message conversation I had earlier today. Kind of makes you wonder why I'm sharing it with you then, huh?)

Grizzled Alley Kitten: "Would you like to go clubbing, or dancing in the vernacular?"

Me: "Sure! I've never been to The Vernacular before! Do they have a big dance floor?

~pause~

"Actually, that does sounds like a cool name for a nightclub to me. What do you think?"

GAK: "I like it!"

Me: "Dammit. Now I want to run a nightclub. I've heard that most nightclubs don't really make money, and are only good as money-laundering schemes for The Mob.

"I don't have any illegal operations which I need money laundered from. I suppose I could start one. I have a friend in Milwaukee who used to work for a bunch of exotic pet stores that kept getting shut down for importing illegal animals. I could do something like that.

"Do you think I could run a nightclub as a money-laundering scheme for my exotic pet photography business?"

GAK: "Sounds great to me! I know a bunch of web designers and marketers. You bring the circus performers with whips and chains."

Me: "The circus/kink Venn Diagram does not overlap as much as you seem to imagine. At least, not in my life."

GAK and Me (simultaneously): "Are you even listening to me?"

~pause~

Me: "I know this hot cello player! Maybe we could put her in a clown suit. Would that work?"

~much longer pause~

Me: "Wasn't that funny?"

~pause~

Me: "Did I go too far that time?"

~much longer pause~

GAK: "Do you want to go dancing with me?"