I think, should the man that be, FDD, be benevolent to bestow upon me, TRPP, something made of glass, so that I may puff and pass, without looking like an ass while smoking my grass, that I should pass as one with class.
I also think that should FDD decide to send me a marvelous piece of glass, that many friends of mine would visit
The Faded Glassworks shop under my advice, to purchase a piece matching in quality and style.
I feel that there is something missing from my begging, except the promise that the favor will be returned unexpectedly and maybe in a way that is unexpected. And the promise I won't make complex series of whack rhymes anymore.
[Which won't involve stalking FDD himself at any point along the way... and most likely won't be in person... as NorCal is far, far, away...]