Still Swinging

Hey there compadres! I’m out of my funk now, y’all can come out from behind the furniture. Truthfully I wasn’t even really in a funk so much as doing some soul searching. My ma’s giving me a hard time about not having a wife and kids and an office job and that kind of stuff. Seems I’m too old to be living like a teen, but I disagree that that’s what I do. I mean I’m fairly responsible in most matters, I work a lot and I pay my bills. And I gave up crack when I was 21 because that shit will mess you up. And let’s face it, Martinis are way more enjoyable.

I dig my life. I like that I work at night, I meet a lot of people, good and bad and that I get in a position where I meet a lot of tipsy ladies with bad judgment. I like tipsy ladies with bad judgment. They’re my whole social life. So I decided I’m okay with being the way I am.

And my pad’s looking funky. I got some new furniture from an estate sale in rural Nevada. I say “new” furniture but it’s new to me at least. And I previously had things like cardboard boxes as tables and a sofa with a dip in the middle that’s been that way since I went through a deviant phase where 400lb Maria and I used to bump uglies on it in 1988. She was a workout for any sort of spring suspension. Now I got me some prime vintage gear. A cocktail shaker, a table that looks like it’s from the 1960s’ Starship Enterprise and a more modern orange Ikea sofa, long enough to pass out on if necessary or get freaky with a lady.

It’s all good.

Talking of ladies, I’ve been dallying with a lady named Collette. Not a long term thing, naturally, but she’s in town for a week and so we’ve been drinking Vegas dry and doing the wild thang like it’s illegal. I broke one of my own laws too, regarding my organ. It’s normally polished to a high, electric-blue shine, but one night too much booze and lack of discretion meant Collette and I got a little funky on it and fractured the backplate. Seems to be okay however. It also has a pleasing impression of sweaty butt cheeks on top. (not mine)

Oh yeah, if you know how to get suspicious stains out of an orange sofa, be sure to let me know.

Chillax good buddies.


3 Responses to Still Swinging

  1. Poobomber says:

    Just use a little vinegar to get the sperm out. Works like a charm!

  2. abroad says:

    Welcome back – tell your mom that the longer you wait to procreate the more likely she is to have grandchildren she can be proud of. Seriously, I heard about this scientific research that shows that the younger a man is when he has children the less intelligent the children are – and conversely the older the guy is when he makes babies the smarter. Give her that one next time. Your semen has (have? what’s the correct grammer for sperm?) more book learnin’ the older you get – so it’s best to wait.

  3. Tony Spunk says:

    Senor Poobomber – At a glance I read “a little vagina to get the sperm out” and I was puzzled and admittedly a little delighted too. Then I read it again. Thanks though bro.

    Beautiful Miss Abroad – I love the way you think miss. My little dudes are waiting till MENSA can be proud then hey ho. Actually I think the less of me unleashed on the universe is probably better but still. A guy can dream. Question is, will they be more prone to be sparkly the longer I wait?

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