On this Father’s Day Sabbath, it’s going to be a hot one just like it was yesterday, although…
I hope Billy the Kid has a better cleavage viewing day at the Beer Mine than I did yesterday. My much anticipated cleavage shot day turned out to be a bust.
Praise the Holy Baby Jeebus and especially his daddy, Supernatural-G…for it is Father’s Day, and the congregation said, Amen…and Amen.
I dug my dad. He was a funny guy, a hard worker, and with nine kids, a bit of a grump at times, but eh, who wouldn’t be?
He’s been gone quite awhile. I may swing out to his and mom’s gravesites and say, hey. Maybe I’ll take em’ both a beer.
This morning I am going over to see the reason that I get to celebrate Father’s Day, my nearly 16 year old son, Ryno.
Good ol’ Ryno. Size 15 feet and an ego to match. And…the little shit is now a shade taller than I am. He is reveling in that.
He is funny, smart, dedicated to basketball, sensitive to others, and loving.
Other than his attention to his school work, or lack thereof, I wouldn’t change a damn thing about him.
He’s a wonderful son…
And an even better daughter…
After I spend some time with Ryno, I shall return to the Bagwine digs, quaff more than a few beers, cook, and color Schmoop’s hair.
We’re trying a different color this time. Instead of Intense Auburn, we are going with Brown Black. It should be interesting…yeah, I’m gay, but only slightly.
After the hair coloring is done, Schmoop and I are going to have hot, sweaty, Father’s Day role playing sex.
I can’t decide whether to go with the Lot and one of his daughters scenario, or Papa John and Mackenzie Phillips.
Either way, I’ll be doing some serious ball slammin’, as I yell, “Who's your Daddy?” Of course…
Since I just typed that out loud, there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that I am getting laid today.
Larry King would have a better chance of having sex with Schmoop after those remarks.
Be that as it may…To all of you father’s out there…Happy Father’s Day, and tell your mistress or mistresses not to fret.
It’s only one day a year…you can resume your adulterous bangin’ come Monday.
Amen, and Amen.