I could not post last night due to application issues! Grrrr snarl Here’s my state of mind from last night. (I am marginally improved this morning, but not much or I would feel up to writing something new.)
Dec. 20th 11:30 pm
Once again, I am braindead. Damnit, that seems to happen a lot! My stamina has just been down the tubes lately (and I’ve been refraining from popping Sudafeds to keep me awake – oh, college days I miss you). I’m getting old, old, old. Can I ask for my energy and my old waistline back for Christmas? (No? Well, then piss off Santa! What did you ever do for me?! Oh, did I say that out loud? Shit. Think nice thoughts, nice.)
Anyways, I did want to mention a couple of things. For those of you who know Adventure Dad and his Foxy Wife it may behoove you to visit Sandriux. There is a little announcement!
And for a funnier-than-shit list of Christmas MUST HAVES, check out the Phoenix’s latest post. Seriously. Gals, ever had that desire to pee standing up? Better than Dave Barry’s list. – wg
“Piss off, Santa”! I am so with you… What DID he ever do for you, anyway? It gets worse: just wait till your kid gets old enough to be onto the Santa schtick – if you’re not careful, that old fart could end up costing you a whack of money.
(Parenting tip: In our house, Santa only brought one – small – present because, you know, a sleigh can’t hold giant ones.)
Here is one reason I’m skeptical about ghosts: People talk about ghosts they’ve seen, doing routine things (like sweeping), or not-so routine (like murdering); but nobody ever sees a ghost piss! Nobody ever sees a ghost shit, masturbate, vomit, pick his nose, or fart, either! Think about it!