The bastard daughter of Scientology

I am back. I am just so tickled pink (or should that be tickled by Pink? Which I think I would enjoy because there is something sexy about her in a drunken empowered anti-pop star sort of way, but that is just my opinion) about baby TomKat. Though, I guess this makes her, baby TomKat, the bastard daughter of Scientology (damn, I am going to get so much Scientologist hate mail now).

I hope I have not offended anybody, well, to be honest, I do not care. I mean, if your a Tom Cruise fan, given his dumb ass, half wit (and this is an insult to all half wits out there but quarter wit or eighth wit just does not have the same panache) antics, fuck the antics, he is a half wit, mental defective, well it is I who should (and I am) be offended. How is that for taking it to a personal level?

I think it was because of Tom Cruise that our cow now gives sour milk. I mean, we have fucking yogurt coming out of her teats. It is disgusting for me to even think about it. Damn, curdled milk products! It is all because of Tom Cruise. Fucking Tom Cruise! As I read that it does look like a gay porn title, not that there's anything wrong with that, unless of course you are Tom Cruise's butthole, in which case, it might, I repeat, might, sting a little. Then again, if it has been stretched out with a butt plug before hand, there may be no discomfort. Then again, what do I know and how did I get on that tangent. I am going to some dark places here (damn puns) and I had no intention of bringing all of you along with me.

Enjoy the ride into the dark tunnel. I could see some enjoyment if we had Racquel Welch (even though she apparently does not move her arms when she dances, so I have been told) ala "Fantastic Voyage". Then the trip into the dark tunnel may actually be a lot of fun and quite titillating. But no, I have taken you up Tom Cruise's poop chute. This is no way to end the week. So I will stop that here (leaving you all wedged in the colon of Scientology, now THAT is a horror movie).

On another note, I want to mention that today my grandmother would have been 96. Given that she passed away about 13 years ago, I do not want to think what she would look like at 96. My son did ask an interesting question the other day, given the recent death and burial of my aunt. He keeps asking if I think her hair has fallen out already. I am thinking I should take him to her final resting place, give him a shovel and let him find out for himself. That could make for a wonderful father/son bonding day. What do you think? Ciao.

I am one sick fuck is about the only conclusion that I can draw from anything that I have written today. Sadly, all of it has been floating around in my brain. Lock up the houses! Head for the hills! I am loose! Ciao and have an enjoyable weekend!