Thursday, August 2, 2007


The family and I had a perfectly delightful evening with friends the other night. We swam and cooked out hotdogs. We also had potato salad and beans. Now, you're thinking why is this significant. And I'm agreeing except for this little incident. I woke up about 3:00 AM and had an unnatural amount of gas. I could have inflated the Hindenburg. Which I told my partner at 3:00AM. She laughed which caused me to laugh which caused more tiny eruptions. It was bad. I finally had to get up so the rest of the house could sleep.

In some ways it reminded me of congress. They're all full of fetid gas. The only problem is that they won't get up so everyone else can work. They'd rather funk up the halls of congress than let something get done. I'm sick of them.

I still need to put seatbelts in my MG.


Just another southern gay guy said...

You do tell the prettiest stories, of light and love and happiness.

Save This MG said...

I know. It's a gift.