Mary Ann Esposito can do as she pleases.
Mary Ann Esposito can mix peas and jello and, say, lobster tail, and it will come out fine. She doesn’t have to worry–she’s Mary Ann Esposito!
Mary Ann Esposito can make a mess in the kitchen and not look back. She can take eggshells, for example, and throw them on the ground, and dance the hoochie-coo until she’s overheated and passes out, and it’s no big deal. Her interns will pick her up and take her to the emergency room. And when they’re done, they will come back and clean up the eggshells, too. Mary Ann Esposito doesn’t have to worry about such things. But she should.
Mary Ann Esposito probably wears a wig. I mean, come on: who has hair like that outside of a Williamsburg synagogue? I hope she washes it regularly–dirty wigs smell very bad! If she goes too long between washings, she will find herself without interns. No one will want to help her produce the show, and she will have to do all the cooking and cleaning and camerawork, which would take a really long time. It would take her a whole month to make one tray of lasagne! Trust me on this one, folks.
Mary Ann Esposito probably gets recognized in restaurants, but not for being Mary Ann Esposito. She looks a lot like my third grade teacher, Mrs. Rogers. If I saw her, I might be tempted to go up to her and say, “Hi, Mrs. Rogers. I thought you were dead!” I’m sure other people would do the same thing
Mary Ann Esposito, Mary Ann Esposito, Mary Ann Esposito. So many vowels. Consonants, too, but lots of nice vowels. And they’re nicely placed. Mine are in the middle of my name, which doesn’t help much.
Mary Ann Esposito won’t you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight? Mary Ann Esposito won’t you come out tonight, and dance by the light of the moon?
Mary Ann Esposito has left the building.
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