Pass the Crown

I was over at D.'s little brother Nothing's blog and was amazed. He came up with a new word that did me and D. proud.

Prostitot.

How well that plays right into our game of Russian or Hooker. How well that fits right into our general conversations. Damn, I wish I had thought of that one myself! Then I realized. Is it time to pass the crown of snarky bitterness to a new generation?

But no, not yet. That was when I realized being bitter and snarky is just one of those things that gets better with age. Sure I may have lost my six pack and my ass might start drooping and was that a crows foot I saw on my eye but dammit it all I still have my bitterness that only gets sharper as the years go on.

Yes he is showing a promising start but he is still in high school and beneath that veneer of snarkiness is still a glimmer of hope that still has yet to be beaten down by the man (aka the govt, jury duty, a job you hate, significant others who totally suck and not in the good way, etc). Enjoy the glimmers of hope you still have left just waiting to get chipped away one by one and D. and I will maintain our firm grip on the dual crowns of bitterness and snarkiness for awhile longer.