I am back. My fonts seem funny on this thing but since I do not really care, I will let sleeping dogs lie. Or is that lay? As long as the dog is not humping, or attempting to hump, my leg, all is well. I have a friend, I am proud to say, whose dog, since sadly departed, but it was over 20 years ago, would constantly hump my leg. I did not like it. We came to the conclusion that it was because his male Cocker Spaniel would catch the scent of a female Cocker Spaniel that was owned by a different friend. Confusing? Banal?
The point I am trying to make is that I do not like having anything hump my leg. As for me doing the humping, that is okay. Remember the days of the good old dry hump. Being a teenager in the late 70s was really quaint and simple. Wistful thought, wipe a tear and on we go.
I just read a headline that scientists think that they have found Mozart's skull. Now, I am sure he really has no need for it right now, but hands up to see how many of us knew, or even thought, that it was "missing". What a weird way to begin '06.
I guess I should write out my new year's resolutions for all to see. That way I can be held to them, like a nice pair of female breasts, I am not into the fleshy feel of man tits, but thanks for asking. Fuck it, I am perfect as the good Lord made me. I do not need to grow up, arrested adolescence is fine with me. I do not speak for those who have to live and deal with me, but apparently outside of the family, I can be quite charming. I am thinking that I could have a long career as a grifter or con artist. Hmmmmmmmm..............cue the music.
I am not sure what any of this has to do with anything. I am thinking that 2006 is going to be a lot like 2005, except for the year. Ciao!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
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