Mr. B has a very special pal who is named "Woada". She went with us today to Marmalade (which is equivalent to B's neighborhood "Cheers"), then to the playground. Woada took very good care of B, and B hugged her accordingly and stroked her long hair. Mr. B is a hair man, as opposed to those other males who tend to be breast men, or a** men. She only got freaked out once when he put 17 marbles in his mouth while I was at Gelson's buying caesar salad for dinner. She demanded that he spit them out, so he just pinched her really hard. That put an end to that right quick. Woada understood. Pretty good for the very first day. Ya Hooooooooooey.
Bumper sticker of the day: The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's ass.
Mr. B spent the entire weekend on Carbon Beach with Q, and now he looks like a yummy brown bearcub. Again, he has opted for Cheez-its for breakfast. I have intervened with the delicious green smoothie that is the color of slime due to the blue green algae, clorella, and spirulina. Slurp, slurp.
Hey sportsfans, I bowled my all-time high score this morning!!! Are you ready?!?
One Hundred Sixty Six. . . . . that's 166 baby. I even got a
turkey (which for all of you non-bowlers is three strikes in a row). Since I normally bowl in the 60 to 80 range, I'm assuming that it was a temporary alien implant, that used my body to have some fun at Bayshore Lanes on Pico. Doesn't matter, it's still 166!
