Since I am always in the doghouse with my girlfriend, I would like to find a plastic surgeon to marry. A nip here, a tuck there, I could look twenty years younger. Then a kidney transplant, and replace other organs that have taken a beating. I’ll be good as new and ready for sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
I google things every day. My dog spends a lot of time licking his privates. Over an hour every day although I’ve not timed him. I google this to find out how to stop him. But, he has been doing this his entire lifetime and is now a senior. He keeps a good attitude. Always healthy and happy.
She liked to drink. She was a laugher. I liked her hair. We talked for hours. I walked her home. She was staying at the shelter for abused women. We kissed.
I looked back through my blog posts from several years ago and realized a few things:
- “But I can’t complain” is not something I’ve ever said. I complain a lot. I am the Complainer-in-Chief.
- I used to eat a lot more fast food than I do now.
- I still smoke marijuana, but now I might qualify for a legal prescription.