DBP
My cats have better fantasies than some folks around here. Seriously.
When I’m eating a tunafish sandwich, my cats will sit there staring at it, licking their chops, with sincere longing in their eyes.
Every couple of seconds, they will look back and forth between me and the sandwich.
I don’t speak cat fluently yet, but I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s passing thru their little walnut-sized brains at that moment.
Now that’s a cat fantasy! To do the same thing for humans, just use something that’s equivalent to what that tunafish sandwich is for my cats.
Anything else, and you ain’t doin’ it right. Trust me.
Goin’ to tha store and getting yaself some chocolate is something ya can do any day of the week. Unless your name is Charlie Buckets.
Getting yaself a whole other kind of candy . . . now THAT’s a fantasy.
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Yo, waynster! See how I did that?
Got the message across without setting those ole flag fingers a-twitchin’.
It’s all in the wrist, baby. All in the wrist.