It’s finally getting cold here in Bagwine, Ohio. And I have been trying to think of a way to bring a little warmth to all of us. What better way than to share with you some insight into my life. I mean you are like family to me. I talk with you, laugh with you. I have even cried with some of you and had sex with some of you. Well I guess to be more accurate I have cried because some of you won’t let me have sex with you. Nonetheless, I now share a few warm and little known facts about the Matt-Man, to you, my new found family.
When I was eleven I was in my driveway throwing a baseball into the air and catching it with my new glove. I was excited and did this for quite awhile. My arm finally grew weary and I made one last throw into the air. The ball came down, and not only did I catch the ball, I caught a huge, steamy load of bird shit with my face. God’s name was mentioned and it stunk, but I made the catch.
I had sex on a public sidewalk one Thanksgiving night. I felt at the time, what better way to celebrate the holiday than to hose my girlfriend in front of someone’s house who has their family over to give thanks for their abundance? She enjoyed it just as much as I until I started gobbling like a turkey with each forward thrust. I think it kinda freaked her out, but a heartwarming story nonetheless.
I like all kinds of sports. I was really good at baseball when I was a kid. I like watching football, baseball, and now that my son is in to it, I watch basketball. I also like to fish. Yep all great sports, but as some of you know my favorite sport is Nude Twister. I wish I could turn pro.
When I worked at Burger Chef/Hardee’s during my High School years, I remember having some fun with a friend of mine, Nancy. How did I show my friendship for her? I and another guy would pick her up once in awhile, and put the top third of her body into the ice machine. We would laugh as we heard her muffled cursing and sounds of freshly made chunks of ice boink her on the forehead. Oddly enough she still likes me to this day…Go Figure
I like a wide variety of music, from ABBA to Green Day to Pete Seeger. I can get jiggy with all of it. I love to read and write poetry, songs, and short vignettes. I am deeply into politics, philosophy, and history. You might say I am some sort of Renaissance man. The again you might just say, that I am just a horny, drunken moron who resembles your crazy Uncle Ed who sits in the attic dressed in women’s clothing while making ashtrays out of gourds. Well you know what? That’s fine by me because that does indeed make me seem like part of your family.
We shall have to have these little insights into my life more often. I think it brings us closer. Until tomorrow, Cheers!!
21 comments:
So much better than having birdshit interrupt your sidewalk shenanigans, dontcha think?
There have GOT to be more selacious details, tho - 'fess up!
You make quite a good point Tigger...Oh I will reveal all of the dirt in time...Cheers!!
I represent that remark Allie...You may be on to something. I'll have to conjure up a recipe.
You know Matt...I will never look at turkey the same. I guess as long as you weren't having sex WITH the turkey...it's ok.
You crack me up!
I remember Hardee's. It was the cool place to "hang" out at in Jr. High. My cousin use to work there and would give us free food. You know the dried up crusty burgers that had been sitting there for what tasted like days on end!
I would never have sex with a turkey and risk coming down with Avian Flu Jillie. And as far the burgers being dry, oh how they sat and sat under a heat lamp for hours...Cheers!!
Thanks for the kudos by the way Jillie!!
Hey that was my sister! you swore not to tell!
D'oh!!! I didnt think you'd be around today...A Thousand pardons Roger!!
I've had sex in public (more times than I care to admit!), but never on the sidewalk in front of a person's house. You take the cake on that one!
I remember Burger Chef - Burger Chef and Jeff were the mascots, right? There was a BC next to the bank where my mom would take my dad's paycheck every week to deposit. We'd usually stop there for a burger. Nice memory.
Now that I've 'fessed up to taking Viagra, I'm anxious to hear more about your juicy details!
Uncle Ed? Uncle Ed?
Mom and dad told us you moved to Bali to make ashtrays out of coconuts....
Wow, you were always my favorite uncle...well except for that thanksgiving you asked me to play naked twister that is
Dear Uncle Ed!
You still owe me a picture of your sexy body (formed by fishing) in a wonderful bagwine ladies shirt. Please add a picture of one your handcrafted ashtrays... or better: a video of yours in the shirt, juggeling with ashtrays - background music: Dancing Queen!
big hugs and a little kiss,
San
I feel so much closer to you now matt..thanks for sharing!
Peace
omg~~ Every day you become more and more the perfect man... Sex outside CAN'T be beat! Question tho... did you get ass~fault burns? lol
Sex on a sidewalk is better than in the middle of the street where you'd have coitus interruptus every time there is a car coming...hehe...a car coming...and I didn't even try to be clever. :)
-N
That's right Songbird, Burgere Chef and Jeff!! I'll have more details in the near future. Cheers, baby!!
Ah nephew Vin...I'm back in the states and sell my plasma daily to buy cheese.
Ha...Very good Sanni. I will make sure to post a special picture of me just for you sometime soon.
Odat: I can feel your presence as I type this.
Ahhhh Cheesy...I can in fact tell you that sidewalk burns are much more painful than rug burns.
Nat: Cars are always full of emissions arent they!?
Ahhhh Uncle Eddie,,, No need to let your blood for cheese,,,I'm cheap
But are you easy...Bada Bing!!
Sex on the sidewalk DOES sound like a cheap drink made with rum -- Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum (yum!)
Holy Hallucigens, matt-man, I can comment on your blog again!
While not commenting, I made some lovely gourd ashtrays. Like my frock?
I think you're onto something with the drink there Captain Morgen. Yes, isnt it nice to comment again? However it's Blogger, you know it wont last!!
Your sense of humor, your shenanigans, your deeply weird thoughts and even weirder activities...all I can say is, thank God for Matt-Man!
Awww why thank ya Lizza!!
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