The U.S.S. Battleship Merkin.


August 30, 2011 by sandwichcontrol

I would like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Babbylon Tim. Be sure you wish him one as well. And that concludes our August birthday extravaganza. Thank God.

Not much is happen ’round these parts. I glazed a lot of pots yesterday, then I tutored Geometry. Today I’m working in the Letterpress shop in the morning and glazing some more this afternoon. Riveting, isn’t it? Since nothing exciting is happening in the real world, lets delve into fantasy for a bit.

Just a note first, my ravioli dreams ended. No dreams at all last night.

Right, off to Fantasy Island. The plane, the plane and whatnot. Anywho, last night I was talking to Dave about an Idea that I had about Grismas presnents. Since I set the bar pretty high last year, what with the Fleshlights and all, I felt I needed to take it up a notch. My first idea was to get everybody, I mean everybody, a merkin. Since the gifts last year catered only to the boys, I wanted to make sure that everybody felt the love this year. What better way to express my love to all than by getting everyone I know a pubic wig. When I told Dave my idea, he requested that his look like a battleship. So, I had to had to had to Google search “battleship merkin”. I wish there were some awesome results, but no. There was an image of someone’s hamster who is named merkin, which I thought was a little kinky, but whatever.

Around this point in the conversation, Dave pointed out that we are not supposed to be buying gifts because we are all supposed to be going to Cancun for Grismas. I explained that I might not be going for many reasons, mainly money, and Dave said that I could with him and be his cabana boy. I liked the idea of playing the part of his powdered wigged Dandy better. Then we waxed poetically about dressing like fops with knickers and powdered faces with rosy cheeks, sitting in the shade, waving his kerchief whose sole purpose is to alert me, Fontleroy, that his margarita glass was rapidly becoming empty.

Good times.

Well, I’m running late for life this morning. Have a great day. More soon. ~SC

1 comment »

  1. Taco Planet says:

    Damn knickers and fops… dey turk mer jurrrb.

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