If we’re known by our enemies…
When even the KKK thinks your position is outside the pale, and that you might be a little narrowminded about all this, well, I think Westboro Baptist’s stock just went down – a lot.
When even the KKK thinks your position is outside the pale, and that you might be a little narrowminded about all this, well, I think Westboro Baptist’s stock just went down – a lot.
No compunction about being polite, making small talk, making friends – and Number One Son is one of the most well-mannered 10-yr-olds you’d want to meet, and certainly the most well-behaved of our brood. (I’ll caveat that with, “when he’s had his meds.” God help you if he hasn’t.) It so totally floored Random Dude – who might have just been a nice old guy saying hello – that he wandered off flustered, which was totally OK with SOBUMD. I realized later that it wasn’t that he seemed creepy or gave off bad vibes or anything – Number One Son just started with the assumption that this guy had his facts wrong, and couldn’t even remember that they hadn’t exchanged names a few minutes ago. Anyone who can’t even keep up with a few minutes ago just isn’t worth his time to talk to.
To the Spouse of the Big Ugly Man Doll! She’s another year more wonderful; each year she gets older and I get luckier to be married to her.
What’s with the skidmarks? Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?
Man, what did we do wrong? I am just shocked – shocked, I say – to find that we’re all still here. God must have a soft spot for Bourbon, though – sometime during the Preakness, several mint julips appear to have been caught up in the Rapture. I’m sure I don’t know where they went.