Monday, April 3, 2017

gf paints

Here are a few paintings of late. It's like my new hobby.



I have a few more in the works, but this is all for now. Let me know if I should take up knitting instead.

Thanks for reading,

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Which Bathroom is Which?

Henry Henrietta has to pee.
It really sounds quite simple to me.

He is at the store,
so he looks on the door,
to see which bathroom is which.

It used to be so much less confusing.
She just went to the bathroom without much musing.

People had argued about how many bathrooms there should be, for someone like Henry Henrietta, who really had to pee.

There once were two bathrooms, one for her, and one for him.
Now there is a third, which is for "them". Henry looks at the signs.... Which bathroom is which?

The three bathrooms have different signs on the door. Staring at them he wonders, "shouldn't there be four?"

His legs are crossed now, and there is sweat forming on his brow. He has to pee; he has to pee now!

You see, when someone decides to switch, they have to figure out which bathroom is which!

Thanks for reading,

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Yellowstone National Park and Chocolate Bars

  My wife loves me. She brings me chocolate bars for a couple of reasons:

  • She wants to keep me plump as she likes a lot of booty on her man.
  • She wants to keep me plump in order to keep the competition at bay. 
  • She wants to see if I can control myself. Can I snack on the chocolate longer than I did the last time she provided the delectable treat?
  • With that being said, she wants to toment me. I do not know why.
  • She cannot resist a deal. I see those orange stickers.
  • She is covering up her own purchase of chocolate by deflection.
  • She wants to see if she has stronger will power than I.
  • She has an underlying motive that I may not be privvy to.
  • She wants the yard mowed.
  • She claims the only reason is that she loves me and she wants to make me happy. "Chocolate bars seem to make you happy gf." 

  I have also some reasons why I shove acquired chocolate bars into my face hole:

  • I love chocolate.
  • I want to show my wife that I appreciate her gifts.
  • I am fearful that I may not have enough time to finish my chocolate bar before the ahnillation of the North American Continent by Yellowstone National Park super volcano.

  It is going to blow soon. You know this. You feel it in your gut. I do not have to ramble on about statistics and such because you already know in your butt that it is going to blow. Kiss your ass goodbye.

  I eat my chocolate fast, and I do not hang my head in shame. I rationalize my actions by knowing that that was one more candy bar down before all mankind is blown away, and before mankind forgets how in the hell to make a candy bar. 

  I will be smiling knowing that I just may have been the last person to eat a candy bar completely before the destruction. I will survive because of chocolate. 

   Some folks tiptoe around the eating of chocolate, but not I. Chocolate is not evil... especially dark chocolate. Sugar is the evil poison. Remember that. (I won't even mention the super-evil-poison HFCS)

  So, is Yellowstone going to blow up? Yes, sure it is. But it it not as bad as the scientist claim that it is. Just think of Yellowstone as an adolescent with zits. Ok, so we had a giant zit explode and it left a bad scar on your face. Get over it. Yes, Yellowstone will have more zits, and more explosions, but the giant zit is done. Quit fretting about the pimples already. If a giant eruption does blow, the end will be quick. You may not even notice. Then again, you may writhe in excruciating pain.

So quit feeling bad about eating chocolate. Eat it already. Eat it quickly. Our species is about to be eliminated like the dinosaurs.

Thanks for reading,


Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Magnolia ~ The Devil's Tree

  I have figured out the meaning of life. Yes, yes I have. So sit up and pay freaking attention.

  Life is a giant test, or at least an ongoing annoying quiz at times. At the end of this test there is accountability, so one might want to straighten up a bit. Now for me personally, I am trying to cram for the final exam. Hopefully, I will pull out an A with some extra credit points on the final... just like my adventures in High School Chemistry. Hey, I passed with a D- ... my professor raged about my wasted potential.

 There are many tests in this life and the Magnolia tree is a test straight from the Devil. It is "the Devil's tree" according to gf.

  This is the second encounter I have had with a Magnolia. The first was with my grandmother "Mére's", or translated in to Southern, "Mater's" Magnolia. As the story goes, Grandfather saw the budding Magnolia, and knowing that it was of the Devil cut it down. The Devil was enraged and sprouted four trees from the cut down root. That tree(s) is still among us today, and it is mammoth. It will never die. Since I did not live nearby, my cousins no doubt took the brunt of the punishment that the devil tree divvied out. I now know their pain.

  Now logically, if the Magnolia is the Devil's tree, then that would make Mississippi the Devil state, since they have embraced and glorified this tree. I better inform my sister about this as she lives in The Magnolia State. She may not know that she is playing on the wrong team.

  Let me explain why I believe the Magnolia is evil. 
  1. Most trees grow modestly throughout the year and let go of their leaves in the fall... One stop shop. Not the evil Magnolia, it drops it's leaves when ever it pleases. Let me tell you, it pleases fairly frequently. 
  2. The Magnolia's flowers are beautiful white delicate flowers that are the size of a fat baby's head. The trouble with the flowers is that one can never reach them. The tree is fifty feet tall and one would break their neck trying to pluck the flowers. That is exactly what the Devil wants. 
  3. The Magnolia has an evil black trunk that looks inviting from afar. The old "beauty from afar" trick. Every girl looks good in a bikini when she is half a mile down the beach.
  4. The Magnolia grows like an adolescent that eats extra large pizzas five times a week. It is abnormal I tell you.
  5. The amount of energy it takes to maintain a Magnolia is not found with any other plant in the plant kingdom. 

  The tree in my yard is testing me. I could have it cut down, but then my test would be cut short. If I cut my test short then my rewards in heaven will be diminished. I must rake weekly without complaining. I must bag the leaves weekly, lest I have to bag up fifteen extra large stretchy lawn bags like I did this Thursday. I must pick up sticks and hard round prickly ball things before I mow each week to protect my riding lawn mower from damage to the undercarriage. I must have the tree trimmed back yearly lest its ever reaching shade chokes out all forms of life in my front yard. I am the Magnolia tree's bitch. 

  Dare I revolt? No. I must obey the evil Devil tree. It owns me. I am its slave. My fate in the future depends on it. I am being tested. I must pass the test. 

  Why do I feel like no matter how well I do on this test I will just wrap up with a D- final grade? 

I hate Magnolias. Magnolias belong in empty fields with plenty of room to grow. Idiots plant Magnolias in subdivisions. I thank the previous owners of this hallowed ground for planting this test in my front yard. They are making me a stronger person every day. Who ever said idiots could not be helpful?

Thanks for reading,