November 18, 2004

My baby doesn't lie. I raised her right. (She shares her toys too.)

Thank you for saying my story was good, Rob. And fuck you for calling Queenie a liar. ;) Like momma says, baby doesn't lie. If I could ever get invited to one of your blogmeets, I'd prove it, too.

The story is sad but true, sad and emblematic of the whole sordid life I'm laying open over there. I'm glad you like it. Thanks for reading. I think I might adopt you for my uncle. And write you your very own titty bar story to go with it. Would you like that?

Lie or not, I laughed my ass off reading it. Though it DOES have that special sound of truth to it. I've known enough weird stuff to happen like that, I'd buy into it.
Still, a good read.
I'll have to put her on my favorites if this is what I can expect off her site.

Queenie, study your heritage. He's already your paternal uncle...AND your maternal gramps.

Oh, and you'll be at the meet. I can guarondayumteeya of that. ; )

That is a great, funny story, and my money is on truth.
If I spun the tale of the night 10 bartenders (I was one of the ten), put on a strip show for the local ladies (ladies ONLY!) you might call bullshit, but I have the Tee shirt to prove it.(It says,"you should have been there!"), and you should have. I have never seen wimmen act sooo crazy in all my born days!

Oh, and you'll be at the meet. I can guarondayumteeya of that. ; )

You realize, don't you, that every man who reads this blog will also be there. Including me.