Sparkle Farts: Hey. What’s up?
Fred Rogers: Sup?
SF: Ok. Let’s jump right in…Tell me about yourself:
FR: I’m originally from Tennessee. I like long walks, short stories and mid century modern furniture…Short legs make it so much easier to jump up and down. I’m a working dog, and my friends call me Mr. Mustache.
SF: Mr. Mustache?
FR: Yeah, I got a bad haircut from a drunk vet.
SF: I “hair” you…These things happen. We won’t pour salt on that wound.
So what are you into these days?
FR: Well, this cold weather can suck my hairy feet, but even more when someone steals your sweater. I gotta say I’ve been just trying to keep myself entertained when I’m stuck inside. You know my Dad, right?
SF: Of course.
FR: Well, I’ve been waking this happy idiot up at like 6am by jumping on his face…it’s hilarious.
SF: Sounds like fun.
FR: The best part, when I lick him in the face he doesn’t even know that I just finished licking my butt.
SF: That is funny. Let’s switch gears…What are you playing on repeat at the house?
FR: You can always find Post Malone at the top of my playlist, but guilty pleasure…Doja Cat! I can’t get enough. Need to Know, Kiss Me More, You Right, Women…I love it all.
SF: Nice! Ok, we are a little short on time, so last question…Who you got in the game tonight?
FR: I’ve got to be down with “Who Dey” tonight. Too good of a story to not get behind it.
SF: I get that, but I’ve got to pull for my cousins The Rams. You want to throw down a little side bet.
FR: No thanks, I’ve got a little gambling addiction that I’m working on.
SF: Ok, well we will just kill it there. Thanks for stopping by and chatting with us today!
FR: My pleasure. Thanks for having me.