I guess you could call this a two for Tuesday. I am back on my bench in
Schenley, where there are a couple of college age kids goofing on the
playground. So I guess I blogging in front of a live audience. There
is a reason why I am back tonight
though and it is bigger than the fact I found 13 coke reward points
today. The unthinkable has happened, I have been published, if by
published we mean my work is appearing somewhere besides here. Instead
it is here. Does that make me officially an author? God I hope not, I
have enough on my plate already.
Bad enough I had to avert being the laboratory rat at work today. We
got a new shipment of sexual enhancement pills at work today. Don't
laugh, we sell the shit out of them. We are in the process of raising
an entire generation of guys who can't get an erection without a pill. With
today's shipment they sent a sample, a sexual enhancement gum. Ed asks
me to take it home and try it. I politely declined the offer, the last
thing I need after another day of pulling the McCauley Caulkin ( Hone
Alone for those not familiar with the vernacular around these parts ) is
to be meandering around my apartment blowing bubbles with a boner. My
problems is the sex department are more along the lines of participation
than performance. If I wanted something in my apartment I couldn't
use I would buy Tampax or something.
I did take some time to visit the soon to be defunct Macy's store today
after leaving the backup Batcave. It was a refresher course as to why I
didn't shop there to begin with. Everything in the store is supposed
to be 20-40% off, so I thought I would stop in and see if they had any
shorts. I make my way to the men's department and I start checking out
shorts. $55, you've got to be fucking kidding me. Even on discount
they still would have been $30+ each. Thanks but I think I will just go
to WalMart. No wonder the store is going out of business.
My original blogging audience has left, but has been replaced by a pack
of college kids instead. Nobody has taken it upon themself to read
over my shoulder yet. They are amusing themselves with the playground,
which is fine with me. Well I should get out of here, my eyes are
getting heavy, And I don't need to be falling asleep on a park bench.
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- B365V2.65 - I didn't expect this
- B365V2.64 - Two for Tuesday
- B365V2.63 - Don't call me Ashley
- B365V2.62 - Backup plans
- B365V2.61 - Back to my routine
- B365V2.60 - Graduation day
- B365VG2.59 - Saturday
- B365V2.58 - Hazard pay
- B365V2.57 - Jail me nots
- B365v2.56 - Penis flags and other miscellany
- B365v2.55 - Because I am a dick, that's why
- B365v2.54 - Happy Birthday
- B365V2.53 - Closed
- B365V2.52 - Birthday dinner and guest blogging aud...
- B365V2.51 - If the spirits move me
- B365V2.50 - On the clock
- B365v2.49 - Off day
- B365V2.48 - A day in the life of........
- B365V2.47 - Reunion Tour
- B365V2.46 - Approaching 1900 posts
- B365V2.45 - Bitter much?
- B365V2.44 - No mojo
- B365V2.43 - No summer camp for me
- B365v2.42 - My watery grave ( almost )
- B365V2.41 - TGIF
- B365V2.40 - The bench
- B365V2.39 - It's dead Jim!
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