Mind If I Sit This One Out?

Wrote a reasonable bit about being a possible light flow Misogynist in my youth and its present day parallels, but I’m far too exhausted to proof read it, much less post it. When Lennon (the Beatle, not the Communist) wrote “an’ I been wurkin’ like a dawg”, he must’ve felt like I do at this very moment. I’ve had a week where every day I woke up I seriously believed it to be Thursday. That’s right, only one more day until my first full weekend away from work in almost 6 weeks, but then it turned out to be Tuesday all along – Fawk! I felt a little like Bill Murray in “Groundhog Day”, reliving the same day over and over again – but not really making any headway in or out of Andie McDowell’s panties much less life itself. So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to sit this one out, but I’ll be back next week just in time for the Dark Pig up there on the right to awaken from his drunken masturbatory slumber known as the Olympics. Ciao Babies and remember that a Misogynist hates every bone in a woman’s body… except his. So at least you have that to look forward to if not wiping Pig puke from your loafers.

As an added bonus, those of you who truly wonder what I look like need wait no longer. Simply scroll down and truly understand why lady folk find me so very irresistible...

Click to enlarge... as usual ;) (if it still works) and once you're done wiping the saliva from your keyboard go ahead and muse about how hot I am below. Notice that I AM wearing protection and that I'm ribbed for your pleasure.

iPod played “The Cure – Friday, I’m in Love” while posting