Last night. Strike that.
First, forgive me for my lapse in publication. I have spent the better part of the past two weeks dealing with a case of recidivist syphilis. The physician tells me that even though the halfbreed of a doctor in Calcutta told me that I just had, "Dam Charabati" which loosely translates to love sores, I did in fact have something more serious, ie syphilis. And now that I'm older, with a weakened immune system, the whore's malady has come back to bite me, again.
It burns when I urinate and it hurts my mind when I'm not urinating just thinking about the next time I will have to urinate. I will grin and bear it through this entry though because there is something of superb importance that I need to tell you.
From the first day that I moved into my retirement community condominium I have been suspicious of a young lady (there are, by the way, not supposed to be young anythings living here, this is a retirement community for Godsakes) who lives in the first unit near the south entrance gate. She is a strange bird. She comes and goes at odd hours and does not have gainful employment, as best I can tell. I would expect that with her lack of employment she should look indigent and smell foul. But she does not. In fact, she is quite well put together---a real coquette, by my estimation.
Needless to say I was developing a middling obsession with her. I could not manage to stop thinking about her. If only I were twenty years younger, I thought to myself, I'd break into her condominium, wait for her on her bed wearing nothing but a Burmese loin cloth, and rob her of her essence while she appreciated and fell in love with my being. This of course was all in my head; I can barely lance the syphilis pustules on my groin let alone o'perch retirement community condominium walls with love's light wings.
In any event, this has all come to pass. I found out from Retired Deck Officer James Berphus that she's a Lot Lizard, that's truck stop whore for those of you who don't know. I love you.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
You Learn Something New Every Day
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Admiral, it is GREAT to hear you are back at the keyboard. So sorry about your ailments, but all TRUE men must suffer through the pain of the array of diseases borne of love. As for your hooker friend, this should please you greatly. Rest assured that when you have healed you can now pay her a visit and be confident of reward.
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