Okay I'm so sorry to have to resort to this, but blackmail seems the only way to get followers. As of today, I start an active campaign to increase my followers and Detroit is up first. One of my regular readers is known as C.P., and up to weeks ago only C.P. and Tom know why (Like Tom can keep a secret from me, He's a blabbermouth), but unless they decide to join my sect, I will be willing to sell the secret to other Detroitians (Is that what they're called, I really don't care). So here's the deal they have 48 hrs. to comply or the 1st frozen wasteland person to subscribe will get the secret (is it really Cucumber Paul, is it Crabs Paul, stay tuned and maybe you'll find out!!). Wouldn't it be a pity if the fag hag Kathy, or Mike-a-lob, or even Madam Shirley were to know the Flight Attendant's (really a stewardess) dark dirty secret. Well stayed tuned, same Bat time, same Bat channel same Robin codpiece (OOOh I'm getting the vapors) and maybe the truth will be revealed!!!
Today was a slow day. Woke up with a pained head that makes a hangover feel like a tickle. I swore it was a Sinus infection, but Hot Tea (God's gift to the Irish) straightened everything out. Then it was off shopping with Miss Kitty. I may sound like the most thoughtful son-in-law, but really most of the duties are picking up food for Jimmy, dropping off Jimmy's laundry, being Miss Kitty's drug mule and fun things like that. Now, I understand why everyone is so envious of me, who else gets a honeydew list every day ( that's when Jimmy says Honey, do this and this and this and to make it more fun, drag my poor mother around with you). Thanks to the above listed C.P. , we even have to pick up a special Greek yogurt, made by "Faces". I don't get but it's to die for, like they laced it with crack or something. Of course I always enjoy the grocery store, where one of the express lines is occupied by some women with a full cart. Unbelievably, the women had the gall to blame her 12 yr. old for not keeping track. Really you mistakingly thought the full cart was 10 items or less, and this women was able to procreate. Probably fell for the old "this is how the Chinese say hello". So you get on the other express line which now has a line of 10 people, because the idiot customer at that register argues about the coupon that requires you must by 2 of that item, so she wanders off to get a second one. And WHY OH WHY, are people shocked when the cashier asks for money. They have that "you mean it isn't free" look on their face; and they then proceed to dig for the exact change. I so can see how illegal immigrants and gay marriage are the downfall of american culture; because these gene pool misfits are really such a solid foundation. Yes, even standing on a check-out line can be fun if you have the right pissed off attitude.
Now that I've vented I can sleep better and it's time for my nap so I can be fresh as a daisy for the Bucca Boyz tonight. As I look forward to finding out the results of my blackmail, I will say TaTa for now. Here's how they do spontaneous dancing in Antwerp, Belgium. (Okay maybe not so spontaneous)
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