Started this funny stuff last month in sheer desperation to catch a breath from duty, dearth (of humanity) and a desire to break out of established molds. You know… what they used to call a mid-life crisis.
I had a good time with it last time, so I decided I’d add it as a monthly gig to my box of ‘shut-up and eat it’, (which incidentally also happens to be a monthly meal for my family too).
I think Forrest Gump’s mom referred to mixed expectations as a box of chocolates, but as my tagline implies, ya never know what you’re gonna get… plus, I want to apply this new word I’ve learned – whatevs… It’s how you feel when life gives you a big fat break – finally! Could be time for another trip to the tropics soon, but in the meantime… ha. ha. ha…it’s my party, I can fun if I want to.
Everyone loves to find a pair of killer shoes!
‘Cause the other type is a lot of doe… …*slipping away quietly now*
…And they’re thinkin’…. thinkin’….
Or someone who didn’t realize the deal he could get on just the balls….
But only for the Willing…
…. and all these years I thought mom was referring to my wallet whenever I heard her say, “There goes cents-less again”…
Bahahahahahahaaaaahahaha… … Definitely, my kind of ape-shiz crazy….
I tried one of those Facebook test things. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. None of my exes are though… heh, heh, rawr!
Now that you’ve had this unrequested insight into my
demented state of mind, I hope I haven’t scared you off from the other regular goings-on around here …
See you at the funny farm or maybe a hot, luscious island. If not, have a fab June or if that’s too tall an order, at least the best weekend you can manage. Cheers!