On April 2nd, 2003 at 6:05 pm something occurred in my apartment that may have misled anyone that happens to be bugging my apartment and listening to everything that goes on. During the cast introduction of a rerun of Saturday Night Live on Comedy Central, I made an audible “mmmmm” noise after Cheri Oteri’s name was announced. To a novice wire-tap specialist it may have seemed like I was making some sort of sexual noise or something of that sort in response to Cheri Oteri’s name. In fact, those who listened closely will have noticed the tell-tale signs of a freshly poured glass of rich chocolaty Ovaltine.
I just wanted to clarify this so as to make sure that people don’t think I have some weird thing about Cheri Oteri. I’m not at all attracted to Cheri Oteri. If nothing else, she’s way too small for me and we’ll just leave it at that.
So, for everyone bugging my apartment, here’s a quick clarification:
Weird thing for Cheri Oteri? No.
Weird thing for rich chocolaty Ovaltine? Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
That is all.
p.s. Aren’t I getting a lot better at guitar?