My Heart’s Desire Posted on February 7, 2008 by Noël I want a Kronk of my very own. Where does one find one? Of course, there are often days I feel like Yzma-kitty, so maybe that ain’t so hot after all. Random PostsSwimming, Open Water and Writing (0)What Do You Like? (1)Earthworms and Tomato Sandwiches (0)Sea Salwar (0)Channeling my Inner Ellie* (0)At the Foot of the Throne (2)Being an Athlete (0)Busy (0)The Fifty Mile Challenge (0)Language and Choice (0)
Dear, dear man… Kronk hasn’t a cynical bone in his body and is an innocent. I like you just the way you are, but a Kronk, you’re not.
I can be deliberately obtuse, which passes for Kronkish innocence at 10 paces ;-) But you’re right, I suppose. Kronk is an unthinking lackey, and “question authority” runs too deep in my bones.
I’ll be your Kronk. I’ll even write my own theme music.
Dear, dear man…
Kronk hasn’t a cynical bone in his body and is an innocent.
I like you just the way you are, but a Kronk, you’re not.
I can be deliberately obtuse, which passes for Kronkish innocence at 10 paces ;-)
But you’re right, I suppose. Kronk is an unthinking lackey, and “question authority” runs too deep in my bones.