I forgot

I am back. I forgot to wish all my Mexican friends, of which I have none, a happy Cinqo de Mayo. I always wonder when Cinqo de Mayo is. I did come across a funny posting from yesterday at "Love Me or Blow Me, Either Way" which is at www.legakimbo.blogspot.com . It is offensive yet somewhat funny. He has taken to calling it Stinko de Mayo, which I find funny, but then again, I am juvenile and farting to be funny. Take it all for what it is worth.

I have no news stories for you today. I am staying away from anything that smacks of news and going to hide under the covers. After that eunuch story, I am keeping a close eye on the "boys". I do not want them getting too far away from me for fear of losing them. I just thought that now if somebody asks that Indian dude if he keeps his balls in his wife's purse, he can truthfully answer "yes, what's it to you?" I only bring that up because when I was day trading that was Andy Friis's favorite line to me.

Andy was about 25 (1996) and being paid to trade. His rent here was covered so he was really living the life. He was also an excellent trader. However, he did not have his own money at risk nor was he married with a child on the way (we knew we were having one soon after I started, or we would just take one, I mean, how attached can a mother be to a newborn, it is not like it has been around a while and had the chance to really become an important part of her life yet) so it was always easy for him to comment. It always cracked me up that was where he would go when I hesitated. It is as if impulse control problems are manly but if you control your emotions and try to think something through then you are compared to a eunuch. It seems to me that cutting your balls off is far more rash a move than anything that I can think of, short of sticking my penis in the wall outlet just to see how it feels. (It sort of tickles by the way, but don't take my word for it, try it yourself).

I have decided to work blue in this from now on. I just cannot control myself. It is sort of like Tourette's Syndrome, only my tics come out in type. Fuck! Bitch! Slut! Cunt! See I cannot control it. Now look at the words I chose (or did they choose me), makes me wonder if I have a misogynist side after all. I will let you all ponder that one.

That is all for this week, unless I can find something funny or it hits me. Now, I have created the scenario where I will be out tomorrow and some clown will punch me in the head. Damn clowns! Which gets to thinking about my favorite clown, demented clown that is, John Wayne Gacy. You may remember good old John Wayne Gacy, clown by day, mass sodomizer and killer of young men by night. When they arrested him they found a bunch of missing young men in floor boards and walls. They were of course dead, killed by the clown himself. The funny thing is that I bet you did not know that sodomized young men make the best insulation. This is what was need to keep the house warm on those cold Chicago winter nights.

I do not recall if I did my John Wayne Gacy rant thing in an earlier posting. He was a good serial killer, though. One of my favorites. Apparently, Ted Bundy had a child with his prison "wife" (I do not mean some fellow prisoner, either) whom he married and impregnated while he was in prison but before his execution. Somehow, I felt the need to explain him fucking his wife before he was killed as if anybody out there is could not figure that one out. So think about it, the demon spawn of Ted Bundy may be out there.

That is the happy thought for the day and weekend! Have a great one! Ciao!