I guess we shall consider today, Mélange Monday. Mmmkay?
Some of you may know that my son Ryno plays on his High School Junior Varsity Basketball team.
He is one of the two starting forwards and will end up as their leading rebounder this year when the season comes to an end after tonight‘s game.
However…Ryno pulled double duty during this year’s season.
During home games this year, after Ryan was finished toiling and sweating on the court with his JV teammates he would don his school’s lion mascot suit and perform as the mascot for the varsity games.
Damn right…Ryan the Lion. He digs it. And why is that? He explains as follows…“Dad, when you’re wearing the mascot suit, you can get away with almost anything. Especially with the chicks.”
Here’s to Ryno…He is definitely his father’s son, although his ego may even be bigger than mine. It’s a toss-up at this point.
Schmoop went to the grocery this past Thursday. She was very kind and bought things I could eat without breaking my Lenten promise to eat no bread. She even knew that, oddly, I have had a sweet tooth of late.
So, what did she buy for me to feed this rare occurrence? Donuts!! Donuts, folks!! Hello…Deep fried what? That’s right…Deep Fried Bread!! Jeebus, Mary, and Joseph, people.
She says that it was an assident. Uh-Huh…She’s the fucking devil trying to tempt me. If she didn’t have such nice tits, and an impeccable hoo-ha, I’d exorcise her right out of my life.
But it’s okay…I have a defense.
I have set up the cabinet in which the donuts sit in a way that will prevent me from eating them…
Damn right, Bitches…Dashboard Jeebus will guard against me slacking from my commitment.Oh I just had an extemporaneous thought…Is there a bigger fricking whore in world than Gloria Allred? I don’t fucking think so. God, she’s a khunt.
I am not a big celebrant of Birthdays but today is one very special Birthday…um…day. A great American who is responsible in great part for who we United Staters are today.
No, not George Washington. Washington was gay. Hell, George and Bend-a-Dick Arnold use to go down on each other behind the stables before Arnold cheated on him with Major Andre and was deemed a traitor.
No folks…I am talking about one Scott Oglesby who authors the very funny, Zodi’s Blog. Ol’ Scotty turns 37 today.
Scott no longer lives in the States; he lives in Spain. But I won’t hold that against him. I just figure he wanted to move to a country where it was socially acceptable to bathe in olive oil and take a nap six times a day.Anyhoo…Happy Birthday to Scott. I even gave a present to Scott without his knowledge..
Last night, I had hot, sweaty, monkey sex with the Donut-Buying Devil that is Schmoop , and I had her call me “Scott” the entire time.
I hope you could feel it last night Scott. It’s the least I could do for you, and on top of that?
I figure now since I did that for you, the next time I have sex with Schmoop she’ll let me call her, "Tyra."
Cheers!!
