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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

You're the Only One

I only wish that I could do something like this with my daughter.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Physical Graffiti

My ex-wife is high yella. In fact, I know quite a few caucasians who are actually DARKER than she is. The only thing, besides a complete lack of desire, that kept her from passing for White is her nose.

Now, I'm not saying this to extol the virtues of her translucent skin and inability to tan. I was just musing on something that I used to do. Y'see, sometimes, I get bored easily. I mean, I'm sitting there, there's nothing to do, everything is quiet, everyone else is asleep, I have a Sharpie...

So, I'd write on her naked buttcheeks while she was asleep. I mean, I couldn't put a whole manifesto on her ass cuz that would wake her up. But, I could write short, concise statements on life, the universe and our place in it. You know...shit like: This End Up! complete with an arrow. Sometimes, I'd write "Bite Me". Or, the ever-pithy: ASS

Then, I wouldn't say anything. She'd get up later and begin or continue her day. It wasn't until she had to 'drop trou' in front of a mirror that my handiwork would become apparent. Then, I'd hear my name bellowed from the echoing space of the bathroom. Shortly afterward, I'd be confronted by an angry midget! "Stop writing on my ass!!!"

*psy*

I miss that.