And in that Day Did He Mooch to His Hearts Content

There are multitudinous bonuses to having a brilliant and gorgeous older Sister.

The bonus we are concerned with in this entry is food. Namely, the worldly lawyers throw feasts and I get invited for no other reason than the Shewoof's goodness and generosity toward lesser beings, like me. So, this night, I joined in the revelry of her office Christmas party at Chops.

I feasted.

I will sleep soundly with the remembered taste of lamb chop and creme brulee tickling the tip of my tongue.

Tonight, I am the Moocher King.

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  1. BethanyDecember 11, 2009 at 8:33 AM

    Humbly dedicated to your Majesty:

    "Away to the cheating world go you
    Where the lawyers all are well to do
    But I'll be true to the song I sing
    And live and die a Moocher King!

    For I am a Moocher King!
    And it is, it is a glorious thing to be a Moocher King!
    I am a Moocher King!
    (You are! Hurrah for the Moocher King!)
    And it is, it is a glorious thing to be a Moocher King!
    (It is! Hurrah for the Moocher King!
    Hurrah for the Moocher King!)"

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