My Pantaloons Have Been Disgraced
This just in from some random chat guy on Yahoo:
82. I seldom if ever wear blue jeans. They are hot, and I think they look fine on other people, just not on me.
I did not cotton to the near room-spinningness I would be courting when I had that 4th vodka cranberry beverage. Would it help to know that my people hail from the Emerald Isle? Would that excuse Tuesday Drunkenness?
Have a happy sleep time (or day time?), my much loved readers. More coherent blogposts to come.
"Spin around and fall down / do it again." -- Everclear
42. I enjoy creme brulee, but not flan.43. I HATE getting in trouble.
Aren't all blogs just "X Number of Things About Me?" where X is a variable = to the number of posts?
Ok, if you are misanthropic, do not walk your dog at dusk.
For in Texas, this is when humans deem the temperature low enough to leave their pockets of air conditioning within the universe to venture out for walking excursions.
Particularly, the teen set.
So I'm walking my black puggy doggie and they ask, "What's his name?" and I say, "Pippin."
And they say, "PIMPIN?"
So I correct them. Now why in God's green earth would a PUG be named PIMPIN'?? Maybe a Rottweiler. Or a Snoop type Doberman. Or a Pit Bull.
I'm tempted to say things like, "No, teens. This dog is a wackadoo. He would in no wise be in charge of many hos. He's no Al Swearengen, you see? Not a Cy Tolliver. Do you kids watch Deadwood? Nevermind. He's a goof among dogs. His purpose is to amuse. In no wise is he pimpin', understand?"
But I don't. So anyway, avoid duskwalking of pets if you have an ongoing bone to pick with most of humanity.