My best friend emailed me today to tell me:
I subscribed to your blog last night. I thought I already had, but when I noticed the lack of new postings, I realized I probably hadn’t after all. Anyway, I googled snarkeling and this popped up:
To fart underwater and catch the bubble in you mouth.
A mixture of dog saliva and snot
To drag one’s balls across someone’s face.
A ‘dark’ Elmo
Best friends are the ones who can simultaneously support you unconditionally AND tell you when you’ve metaphorically (or literally) tucked your skirt into your underpants. For what it’s worth, I said if I had to pick one it would probably be the second. And then it occurred to me to ask what the fuck a “dark” Elmo is, because it sounds like he’s wearing a lot of eyeliner and listening to The Cure. Or possibly eating your soul.
Turns out it’s just a sort of Trickster Elmo. I don’t know why this exists. But you know what? Of course it does. I shouldn’t even question things anymore.