I’m writing this in advance knowing full well that this is going to be a Thanksgiving post. I’m already thinking about the Christmas tree and the turkey isn’t dead yet. I would deep fry that fucker but the smell of burning feathers is only marginally better than the smell of burning hair.
I think it’s time to put the Christmas tree up. This reminds me of the time on a field trip to the science museum when we got duped into seeing the Conifers of North America instead of the Carnivores of North America…That sucked….Way to go dad. I hate the Injuns- I’m glad we took their land (Noelie!).
Yea, I’m crazy…like sawed the legs off my bed, shaved one eyebrow, and bought a whistle crazy :).
So brother Gene tells me he finds a 30 year old bottle of wine in the basement – which has never seen the light of day… So I say – “How was it, you lucky bastard?” , and he replies “Fuck no I threw that shit out – it ain’t no good by now!”
So we’ve started watching Babylon 5 – and I’ve decided to rename it to “Jews in Space”… This is mainly because it reminds me of growing up in New York. Where you have the Russian Jews and Italians all crammed into one tight space…So far it seems a good political show. I’m just into season 2 now. You can’t tell me that Hamen Tashen are an Italian cookie. We’re all the same! Don’t you get it??? The same!
I’ve decided that I may need to see a shrink. My life is so broken and I can’t stand being sober anymore. Has this ever happened to any of you?
So I’m going to Fishkill to spend FangsDribbling with my two kids and girlfriend while my wife stays home courting the Minecraft community. The live-in is a kittybird… half cat , half phoenix. This is equally as hard to explain to my parents as “this is my girlfriend – I have 3 of them and a boyfriend too”. I don’t expect them to understand the whole poly thing. What a wonderful life. Whatever transpires, it’s guaranteed to be an ossum time. Dentures will fly , babies will cry, faces will be eaten. Amen!