What one person would you choose as your dinner guest?
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. . .here are my thoughts.
What one person would you choose as your dinner guest?
My wife and I watched a couple movies over the Christmas weekend. As down from on high came the snows, you knows, the first film she chose, was Bros. (My apologies; but it will only get worse from here!) Bros is a comedy about gay relationships that streams on a perfectly named platform: Peacock. Many of the men in the film did, in fact, make proud displays of their chiseled abs and pectorals to impress other men (i.e., they’d peacock). The muscular main character dreamed of being a chocolatier. There must have been at least one working stiff on the film’s writing staff who decided to testicle the water with a low hanging pun about a gay chocolatier. Once you take it all in, the wordplay will seem more inescapable than a rusty trombone heralding a royal entrance. The Bros writers deserve a slap across the face with a giant—. You know what—never mind! But they probably should have described this out and proud, chocolate-loving, hunk of a man with a single defining word: chocolaqueer. Open dinner invitation to any chocolaqueer … so long as they bring the desserts!
My sons. Both of them, anytime and their wife or girlfriend or all of them. Dave too but he’s always a wanted guest.