Thursday, January 08, 2015
Sauce, Gander, Goose
-After Hoppy died, Glads wanted to give me his expensive
Bermuda Shorts. But I hadda try them on in her pinkish room,
and she kept popping in to check the fits. And feel my ass.
Not to mention squeeze my dick a little!
-Horrors!
-And that maid, Marie, did almost the same thing!
-And me with no smelling salts! Sit down anyway.
-Oh I know I’m easy to tease! I grew up without sisters, and
never learned much about women.
-No one really does.
-Naive, I know. Naive!
-You perform a useful function. We have the female dumb blonde
stereotype. You’re sorta the male version for the gals.
-That’s awful!
-Not really! We all love you! Both sexes. No, uh, use going home
tonight in all this rain!
-Completely...dry out there.
-Let’s remain dry.
Labels: dumb blonde, handsome, molestation, sex, sexism, sister, stereotyping, women
Sunday, October 05, 2014
Goats Roam Sophisticate’s Ranch
The bald man has
a Bad Hair Day.
What's left, spiking
crazily. We thank him
for being
our resident asshole.
Born to that strident
trade the day
he commenced the chrome-
doming process. When
a laugh track
gets requisite,
we’ll switch.
To our ditz-
y blonde, perhaps.
Or fully tap another
even lesser, anent
the usual
gang of idiots.
Labels: "Mad", bald, dumb blonde, scapegoat
