Huh. Et tu, Brute? Of all the mainstays here on this board I never expected it of you, Mr. Cranky Puss. While my visitations have become... shall we say, infrequent, I hadn't thought that when I do make an occasional appearance I'd be compared to a doddering champion boxer or arthritic gridiron icon.
In truth, I'm not certain whether to be delighted or offended, so I shall be both. It is here where I would put in a gratuitous slap to your face, make a cutting remark, or
RACK you for creating such a sterling thread, but I'm older and wiser now. More mature. A gentler and seasoned poster who makes reasoned responses to wild accusations and even wilder young'uns running around unsupervised.
Ahhhh, hahahaha, who am I kidding? I'm gonna tee up your head like Barry Bonds in is prime taking BP for being so insolent and churlish. However, it prolly isn't fair of me to pick on you when you're distracted from being elbows deep in baby poo and hyper-sensitive from packing on the pounds due feeding your grill leftover Gerbers, but your inability to say no to a lactating breast and a gooey carrot-butternut squash concoction isn't my problem. Being close to the curb weight of a mid sized automobile might be your's though. So might having the countenance of a morbidly obese gorgon, but I'm above pointing out your physical deformities.
Speaking of babies, when are you planning on Number Two? Granted, the mental picture of you on the couch sawing away laboriously on your wife, all the while taking occasional sips of Captain Morgan from a dual purpose Dixie cup that also serves as the spittoon for the Skoal dip firmly esconced in your lip isn't one we want to imagine, but now that that gruesome image is burned into our collective heads, let us know how that familially rich compost you planted your seed in is coming along. Hopefully a new branch will sprout from an otherwise genetically denuded family tree, which, incidentally, looks remarkably like
Cocos nucifera. Frightening, isn't it? You can proudly display your genes to neighbors and friends via a Corona commercial. I guess if the kid has the unfortunate luck to resemble you, you can always name it
"Wildebeest." Anyhow, I'm off to enjoy the pleasures of apparent retirement. Due to early onset of bad knees and Parkinsons it's best if I'm not caught outside after dark. Besides, the in-home care nurses worry if I wander off for too very long. See ya.
Totem