Mar
23
Cut the Crotch Out
Okay, it’s the end of the week. All of the pain is behind us now… For the time being anyway. It doesn’t matter if you were born in a brothel, in a town that no longer exists. Nothing matters now. I’m over at Henry’s and he’s seared my sausage. My feet have been washed in bourbon. Currently, I am reclining with bangers and mash in front of a funny Robert De Niro movie and rubbing an exfoliant on my thighs. Henry and I have silk tunics we bought at the thrift store today and we are going to cut the crotches out. Once everything is moisturized we will put on our tailored tunics and our nice jackets. Suffer your demons, you ask? No way. Not tonight. We are going to dance to this movie soundtrack in between chortles. Go Bobby! Take ‘em down!
