Last night Mr. E and were engaged in a rousing game of anagrams, because we just naturally party hard like that, all the time, even on Tuesday nights. You know how it is. Project Runway isn't on till Wednesdays. I must admit I was not in my finest form - between the alien life being that has taken over my body and the pile of hairy dog that was cuddled on my lap, the best I could come up with were sad little words like "jet" and "hog". And yet I still knew enough to call bullshit when Mr. E spelled out "VON".
"Von is not a word," I said, and waited for him to take it back and try again.
Instead, he looked at me and said "Sure it is. You know...VON Boyage?"
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