What a dumb saying.
I wonder who first said it?
A police man….?
A Cavalry officer…?
I just found out about the April A-Z challenge.
I don’t do anything particular on April Fools day, because I trust NO ONE!
Now however, it is the 2nd and I feel confident that the challenge is actually real.
Better late than never.
B is for Block….because I have no idea what to write about on the “B” challenge.
I have just woke up from a 2 hour nap in the middle of the day and my brain has gone bye bye.(Wow….two “B’s” in a row!)
My creative juices seem to solidify after a midday nap, like beef stew crud.
I know I can’t sleep in the middle of the day, so I really don’t know why I tried again.
I don’t feel re-energized, I feel….PFFFT!
When I wake up from these power naps, I find that I actually had my power turned off.
B is for Boobs: I used to laugh when i told fellow guys that I am a boob man.
I don’t think that anymore.
Ever since I have gotten closer to 50 years old, I have found that my own set of boobs repel me.
The only boobs I can actually appreciate without doing 5 to 10 in a quaint state correctional facility must be photo-shopped and over 30 years old. I refuse to stare at boobs that are younger than my daughters and nieces.
I am not a pervert……Well, not literally….I’ve never been charged with anything at least…..
B is for Beauty: If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I want to see everything.
B is for Bills: They will always be there….Like Twinkies.
B is for Bi-nomial: I still don’t get it….
B is for Big Butts: I like them and I cannot lie ( I couldn’t help that one, sorry)
I wish I could write a little more about “B” but like i said, i took a midday nap and I have cotton in my head and cat-poop in my mouth.
I will have more time to think about “C” tomorrow and promise to enthrall you with my skills and narcissism.
B is for Bye: TTFN