So when the nice man from the Museum of Natural History (oops, my lawyer recommended that I not mention which museum) contacted me via email yesterday to inquire as to exactly where in the desert I had come across the tyranosaurus rex skeleton, I decided I would have to come clean. I told him it was really a staple remover that I had located on the internet, and I explained as to how I have this blog partner who was acting like a woman scorned because I had not bent over backwards and sideways to furnish him with a picture of my actual desert treasure. That’s when I got an email from the people who make the staple remover. Something about royalties. I can’t win.
I have decided that Bill really does need a reference shot for that painting he posted yesterday since I cannot tell what the hell that thing is in the foreground. I do wish he had jumped on my first offer, and painted the rex in there. I’d of gotten a really good laugh out of it. Okay, I’m s-s-sor-sor-sorry Bill. Ouch. That hurt.
Here is your picture for real:
Forever your dearest blog partner,