The Domestic Despot just kicked my chair, almost knocking me over.
All I said was “Is there anything hotter than a Ukrainian woman with bright red lipstick holding an AK-47?”
Evidently I’m sexist.
I’m playing an open mic tonight at the Lucky Star Brewery again. The lady I referred to in a previous post called me about hosting an open mic at her bar. I am going to talk with her tomorrow.
I will have to get my boys, the band I named, “Kin” to play.
So things are picking up for Maddogg as the weather is kinda freaky.
It was bright sunshine as cloudless blue sky produced snow!
Can you believe that shit?
I wasn’t even stoned.
Check out the preface for the letter “D” in my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s”:
Almost all the cool emotions are under the letter D such as depression (way too easy) and defeatist, but I went with despair. We will all, but a select few of us, suffer despair in our short time in this sphere of existence and it can be silently or screamingly endured. Of those two, I prefer the former. Just about anything can be placed under the dangerous emotion including my two Cocker Spaniel pups tearing through the house at warp speed.
I also liked the emotion daffy. Now answer truthfully have you ever heard the word daffy used outside of Daffy Duck, my constant childhood TV companion?
The Brits use daft which basically means the same thing. I believe I was descended from a British landholder in Mexico, but no supporting documentation, only family remembrances.
I love the British, especially the sports commentators. I’m a Manchester United fan, the first game I watched being Man U v West Bromwich Albion in 1967. Georgie Best, Bobby Charlton, Nobby Stiles. Great team.
We play soccer in our country and everyone else plays football. Maybe that’s why we are always getting our asses kicked in international competitions?
Easy ladies, I was just getting to your “badass selves” as our ex
Commander-in-Chief might have said. Seriously mad props to the U.S. Women’s National Team!
In England, when a soccer (football) player misses a shot on goal it’s not the end of the world, only “hard cheese.”
Doesn’t get much harsher than that.
When I lived in Jolly Old there was one American TV show—Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In. The one glimpse the British had into who we yanks are, and what we stand for. With apologies to yummy little Goldie Hawn in her bikini and slogan-painted body, no wonder they think we are so messed up!
You Millennial Googlers: “sock it to me!”
The story I chose depicts life as one person lived it, south of the border.
The next story is titled Mexican Vacation representing the emotion despair. The story is about one of the more colorful characters I met and relied on for story ideas for my book.
I will post it tonight.