Friday Night Twitter: The Red Light District

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I promised you a post involving The Boy and what we are going to make him cook.  I’m not going to back out of that promise, but I am going to be postponing it until Tuesday.  Plans kind of changed this week and it became a necessity to delay the event until Monday night, but it’s okay.  We’re not going to let him skate that easily.  Instead, everyone is away this weekend but me.  Liz is taking a much needed break and has gone off to Louisiana to attend the LSU game and let her friend get her drunk and make her feel better.  Her shitty Thursday was so shitty that it actually infected Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday with its shittiness, so she needed the break.  Girl and Boy are also away for the weekend doing their Girl and Boy things, which left me alone in the house for a couple days.  So I started off the weekend with what people of my age do on a Friday night with the house to themselves. Read the rest . . .

This post has a picture of boobies in it!

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Ok, so I changed the look of the blog again.  Don’t worry, someday I’ll settle on something I like and everything will be in the exact place I want it and be easy to find and it will be perfect.

Today is not that day.

Although I would be quite pleased with the look of the last theme combined with the functionality of this one.

Or something with boobies on it.  “Click the nipple to see my Top 10 posts!”  It would be filled with awesome and I would be the first person ever to be banned from WordPress.  Then I’d get a FOX news interview with the Go The Fuck To Sleep children’s book guy talking about how we just say out loud what we’re thinking.  We’d then be countered by some other guy accusing us  of racism or terrorism or getting in the Express Lane with more than 20 items and I’d be controversial.  People would surf the net looking for archived screenshots of my boobie blog and I would be famous! Read the rest . . .

The nut doesn’t fall far from the, uh . . . nut place

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I’ve spent the last few days bashing my father and included a few other family members in yesterdays post, so I thought I’d turn the tables today and the point the finger at myself a little bit.  As much as I hate to ruin the vision of perfection that you all have of me (let me have the dream, huh?!), I’ve got quite a few quirks of my own that a most people find bizarre.  Some of them are even attractive to the opposite sex . . . until they have to live with it then apparently it’s grounds for divorce.

No, dear brother, I do not need your help with this.  Just sit over there and shut it. Read the rest . . .