So, Dustin posted about ken-ken today. Which mean’s that I have to post about ken-ken today. Them’s the rules.
What do I have to say about ken-ken? Well, it sounds like the nickname that some girl named Bambi would give to her ascot-wearing, polo-playing, ivy-eating boyfriend. As in, “Ken-Ken, would you be a doll and freshen up my martini?”
I’d like to give ken-ken a try, but I do have a moral objection to popped collars and loafers sans socks.
So, the jury is out on this one.
Hehehe, Ken-Ken. That’s awesome. My mom is obsessed with sudoku, and I’m sure she’ll go bonkers for ken-ken too. All the numbers just make my head hurt.
That has to be exactly 50 words. . . but them’s the rules. That ken-ken is always making trouble.