I was all prepared to write a emotionally wrenching post about losing my left contact lens yesterday at the Kabuki spa and then being forced to stumble up Filmore street to my optometrist with only one eye in focus, but I can't see to type without my contacts, so never mind. Houseboy Ton Amour has kindly agreed to type this from my diction, but since he refuses to use both hands when at the keyboard, I have no idea how all this is going to come out.
If you need me , I'll be here in St. Snark's Home for the Near Sighted and Feeble Minded.
May Saint Snark bless you, my child.
ReplyDeletefor a minute there I though that logo in Ton Amour's picture said
ReplyDeleteAARP.
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House boys, not to be trusted, but can't live without them!
ReplyDeletecontact lenses. i thought they were fish scales, and i sewed them onto a kimono. so sorry
ReplyDeleteI think I'm just going to wank it here to your house boy pic until I GO BLIND...
ReplyDeleteHope you can see today.
I just slipped on my way onto your blog.
ReplyDeleteOh.
Please clean up after yourself, Michael.
Greetings from your next door neighbor, Miss J... Can she borrow some sugar??? How 'bout a houseboy?
ReplyDeleteSt. Snarks? We must have just missed each other!
ReplyDeleteI was chastising the parakeet today and I said 'peenee - knock it off'. That is not his name. Who's on my mind - you and the sextoy, thats who. Stay strong.
ReplyDeleteWhere you be? Not that I mind staring at your houseboi pic....
ReplyDeleteHugs. Peace. Thinking of you guys.