Having been a systems administrator at several Internet Dating sites, I’ve often pondered the question: if they have Multiple Personality Disorder, does it count as Group Sex?
For all I know this may just be old. At least as old as Mid-January. But I missed it. And when I need to get a good belly-laugh – this does it.
So I came up with this ridiculous story about how I kicked the dog and how it was pissing everywhere and barking and what an asshole I am. The kicker was that I don’t have a dog and that I was at my neighbors house. Well, after getting through the second sentence I came to realize that only an asshole would find that kind of shit funny. So what does that make me? Not this asshole – that’s for sure.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_KBs3znjWs
This guy is surely one of the World’s Biggest Asshats…
How does one start to tell a story? It’s an interesting question and I’m tired of pondering it. So let’s just start by saying that I’m sitting on the back porch. It’s raining. It’s hot. I’m tired. The cars driving along the street, just beyond that rickety old fence, are driving ever so slowly. So slowly that after finishing off this last case of beer, I can still count them.
The woman in the blue convertible japawhatever, the kid in the old beat-up bug, the man in the old Chevy Nova, wearing a fedora and burping up noxious clouds of who knows what. Makes me want to do something, educate someone, enlighten him as you will, but, as time will tell, I am just too….
I stay put, perfectly pressed into the cushion, hand chilled by the touch of the cool perspiring glass. Comfortable.
