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A box of castanets for my pink bird, please…
Blog Guy, like many of your readers I have very special fashion needs. I dance the flamenco.
You mean those festive pink birds like I have in my front yard?
No, those are flamingos. I dance the flamenco. You know, with castanets.
That candy you get at the movies?
No, those are Raisinets! Please try to follow me. I clap my hands and stamp my feet a lot.
Yeah, my son used to do that when I wouldn’t buy him a box of castanets.
You seem like a very stupid person, Blog Guy.
Maybe, but I’m not the one who wants to dress like a lawn ornament.
Above: Flamingos crowd in a restroom at Miami’s Metro Zoo for protection from a hurricane in 1998 file photo.
Right: Models present creations by Lina during a Flamenco Fashion Show on Triana bridge in Seville, July 20, 2009. REUTERS/ Marcelo del Pozo