*singing in back yard*
My Buddha lies at the wrong ocean, my Buddha lies at the wrong sea,
My Buddha lies at the wrong ocean, oh, bring back my Buddha to me!
Bring back, bring back, oh, bring back my Buddha to me, to me!
Bring back, bring back, oh, bring back my Buddha to me!
It seems like just yesterday my Buddha was so patiently listening to me as I poured out all my woes upon him. We drank a bit of tea, which was difficult for him as he could not lift his pinky, and then he told me of all he had seen and heard in the back yard, and of his woes with his pinky and the stinky Speedos. *sob* *sob* We comforted each other, and I complimented him on his lovely stone face, and he complimented me on mine, and it was nice. We were able to be our authentic selves, and he gave me some much-needed spiritual advice. Iyanla always falls asleep before I can get the spiritual advice... *sob* *sob* Only Buddha gives me unconditional love.
Jon-Boy O Great BM, please bring my Buddha back!
Be fearless, but be fearful of ME.
If you do, believe me, it will be worth your while, if you know what I mean.