Scene from my dream life: Me n' Monch at the game.

We discuss Who Is The Greatest Met of All Time.

He likes Strawberry.
I say Gooden all day. But it's cute and friendly-like, a playful verbal sparring match, we're not getting too upset.

I say, “Nice hair, is that your Malcolm Gladwell impression?”* and Monch laaaaughs and laughs. He wonders how such a deliciously nerdy girl could also be so funny.

Then we have a spirited discussion about which is the better duo from Queens:






(Sorry, Prod & Havoc)




Hey! Let your honesty shine shine shine. Simon & Garfunkel - “The Only Living Boy in New York.”

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