October 16, 2007
I'm Comin'! I'm Comin'!
Sorry. That is the refrain from Old Black Joe. A wonderful song about Negroes looking over our snuggly white asses back in the day. That song rocks. One day I must do a diatribe on Stephen Foster. He was like the Tin Pan Alley of his day. The guy kicked ass.
Anyway, I suppose you want a rehash of the Blogtoberfest. True Intrepids know I don't do that crap, however. Or memes. I figure if you were interested you came. If you weren't, who gives a fuck?
But for the leaden proles, here's a dark picture of my underwear, after I finally unpacked today, iffen you can't get enough VMan:
By God, I love plaids. You can leave skid marks from all manner of egregious foodstuffs in your drawers, and it disappears! It's like camo, for the civilian.
Go visit everyone else. They have all the good pix.
Ahem. Plaids may provide visual camouflage, however you still might want to pack a bottle of Febreze as an olfactory cloaking device. And BTW, thanks. Now I know why my boys like plaid boxers. I'm handling their laundry with the tongs from now on!
Incidentally, nice dress Helga. Not too many guys can pull off that fashion statement, but somehow you managed it. Kudos!
Posted by: Peggy U at October 16, 2007 11:41 PMThat you wear underwear is likely more of a surprise than any reasons you may have for color choices.
Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at October 17, 2007 7:01 AMSorry pal, you may think it hides the brown stripe, but I see it...right there, bottom left. Dat's just gross!
Posted by: Erica at October 17, 2007 9:19 AMMust have been changing into your new outfit...
Posted by: Richard at October 17, 2007 7:32 PMHell man... I had a little trouble determin' which shorties were yours and which were Jo Pa's left in the locker room in Cbus last year. I think he shit his pants twice durin' that game in the 'shoe. He left real quick if it wasn't that. Somebody ought to tell him when your that ol'... you just cant trust a fart.
Apparently you dont just run off the field when it's 4th and 6. One has to to admire your stayin' qualities.
Hell, just put a skirt on and go ahead and shit down your leg. Only velocimutants would understand that tactic man.
Jimmy Crum wore plaid his whole life, but I never once saw him shit himself. Kinda like you man. Never once seen it.
You neglect to mention that those were white when you bought 'em.
It was good to see you in Helen, dude. I'm glad you made it up. Even if you did wuss out...fuckin' show up a day late and leave a day early, will ya?
BTW - the only reason I bought you that damn dress was so that we could have Doctor Cat try and talk you out of it. I had the film rights locked down, too.
Posted by: zonker at October 18, 2007 10:37 AMGiven the posting frequency around here of late, we'll be gaping slack-jawed at those skidmark-bedecked trou for the next three weeks.
Posted by: Elisson at October 18, 2007 11:40 PMGod, Joan made me spit my tea all over the screen...
I'm sorry we missed ya this time...
Posted by: Kelly at October 19, 2007 8:35 AM