In my head, I call everyone Mo. That’s just how I think of everyone. Hey, there’s Mo, I say to myself. I wonder what Mo wants now. Oh, don’t forget to call Mo. It’s kind of like those kids today who, instead of saying he or she, say yo. Like yo’s staying home from school today. I’ll call yo later to check yo out. Well, for me it’s Mo. Could it have something to do with my admiration for the Three Stooges? Yes, I’ve thought of that. Or perhaps it’s just an expression of my continual desire for Mo’. I’ll let you amateur Dr. Freuds out there make that call. But let me be clear that I mean no disrespect to anyone. Regarldless of your actual name, gender, or background, you’re Mo to me. I’m an equal-opportunity Mo-er.
Tags: Confession, David Paterson, Governor, Mo, New York, Three Stooges, Yo
April 12, 2008 at 3:48 pm
Yo can’t wait to read mo’!