Black and Deck Her

12.3.2k9

Witnessing righetous mothering in action daily, what with my Little Wife throwing around mothering Ez Pez like a pro, I figure it's a good time to dig up a TRUE story of a mother doing some kick ASS mothering to combat a lousy mother's mothering from way back, nearly a meeelion years ago, sometime in the 1980s.

My neighbor's future convict, or "son," had a birthday and, being neighbors of the same age, I got to go give him a Chewbacca actio figure and get some cake and ice cream with a bunch of other little lunatics. It all went down like you can imagine: Screaming and yelling, cowboys and indians (or "coyotes and Border Patrol" as we played in the Desert Southwest), Jarts®, presents, and then cake and ice cream. I played the role of Milton from Office Space and, uh, got no cake and ice cream. Because I had a run-in with my neighbor's lousy mom a couple days earlier, I clammed-up and sat it out. No cake, no ice cream. No shit.

I must have casually mentioned the omission to my mom later that day. That's the only thing that explains why shitty-neighbor mom brought a slice of lousy cake and a scoop of melted ice cream over to my house. I think she asked why I didn't say anything at the time. I don't remember what I said, but I hope to fuck it was funny.

Tonight - Homestead.

Robots wish Happy Birthday Drinkys to H.Founding Member Mathias Alonzo Genser and Novice Member Gaelan Thomas Alonzo Mundorff

Oh and for you archivists out there (Alan), the neighbor lady mentioned in the VA is indeed the one who got a penny stuck in her scalp. Yay, lawnmowers!

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12.2.2k9

Peelin' tonight. $5 after 10p or some such. Have fun.

Tonight - Club Deluxe.



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12.1.2k9

If the Bears weren't lousy enough and if they weren't too painful to watch, I had quite a scare the other day. The RV pr0n in my neighborhood - the Bambi down the block - disappeared! Not only did I ride my bike past it every morning and evening, but I'd push Ez's pram up the block to gawk at it every Saturday and Sunday. Gone! I was sad.

Then, she appeared again! Back in her spot! What a relief. She's soooo purdy.

And this get's me to my conflict. I have such a glowing, festering hatred for thehomeless and their filthy circus wagons that I can't believe I'm so glued to Bambi. Some of thehomeless around Venice have add-ons to their rigs that look right out of Mad Max III. Festooned with "ARMY RANGER" stickers and peace symbols like one or the other should make people who work for a living figure they've earned their right to be pigs. ugh.

I'm going nowhere with this rant. Over and out.

Tonight - Mini Bar SF.



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