Today is a sad day in Bagwine.
Ryno and I will be attending the funeral service for my cousin Chris, who passed away Friday at the far too young age of 52.
I really dug Chris. He was funny, a smart ass, a tree trunk of a man, and…he liked my BFF/OSP, Schmoop.
Not only did he like Schmoop…
When we would meet up with him at the biker bar we used to hang out in, he would often ask me, “What the Hell, is she doin’ with you?”
He could be a hellion. Of course, while only 5’9”, but 215 pounds all of which was muscle, he could afford to be.
He was journeyman plumber, a husband, a father, and a former All-State wrestler in his High School days.
And he was, first and foremost, a decent guy.
I will miss the big lug. Here’s to you, Chris.
Speaking of Chris diggin’ the Schmoop, and so as not to end on a dirge of a note, I give you and specifically Chris, before he heads up to Heaven, a shot of Schmoop in her wife beater…
Not bad for 44 years of age, eh Chris?
And since you just saw her Schmoobies, I figure why not show you all a shot of Schmoop's incredibly sexy, bush…
Yeah, Chris would dig that.
Between the funeral and working later, I won’t be around much today, so I’ll catch up with ya all later.
And please…don’t impart some syrupy condolence on here...Chris would have none of that.
In fact, he will come back and kick your ass if you do.
Of course, he’d buy you a beer after he did.
Have a good Tuesday, and as always…