Lately, my life has been boring. I know this. And it's not always easy to consistently come up with amusing anecdotes and life lessons with which to create the cornucopia of humor that is my blog.
And now with McBicep gone, there's not much exciting boy drama going on either. I suppose I could blog about how he nestled me into his ginormous bosom, (and when I say bosom, I mean the biggest pecs you've ever seen in real life) and how my little heed fit perfectly in between them and below his chin as he held me and tenderly caressed my back when we said goodbye. I could blog about how even through my tears, I thought about how funny it would be to motorboat his pecs at that moment.
But who wants to hear about sappy crap like that?
Funny things don't always happen to me, so from time to time, I blog about the normal things, like perverted Hangman. Or like today, when I tell you that what's between my legs is worth over 100K:
Get your mind out of the gutter and feast your eyes on the glory that was my garage this weekend. We played storage unit to some fancy motorcycles that looked pretty nice next to the Camaro. That's a custom-made chopper and a brand new Harley, for those of you "Anonymouses" (or is it "Anonymi"? I'm never good with plurals) that are bored by my day to day activites. No, there's nothing funny or entertaining about the bikes, I just think they're cool. So get off my back, and please to enjoy a true funny story from my weekend.
How To Get a Good Laugh At The Expense of Others:1. Volunteer to work in the ward garden at 7 AM on a Saturday for no other reason than to get a tan.
2. Gag a little when you see the huge pile of fresh poop that you have to put into each seed hole.
3. Convince the other girls there that it's a well-known Amish gardening secret to spit into each seed hole before you cover it over, complete with a proper spitting demonstration.
4. Stand back and laugh as you watch the girls bending over the seed holes, ever-so-delicately spitting into each one.
I knew the gardening experience would be a memorable one when I'd gotten an email from Hot Rob on Friday, asking if I had any seed requests. I told him that I wanted to plant swinging vines. And he didn't think it was very funny. I wonder if Hot Rob is "Anonymous"?