Southern Decadence

My oh Mymymyyyyyyyy.....

This weekend was Southern Decadence and why I do believe my eyes have seen,
more meat then potatoes...well I did see a few freetoes....or was it freeholes...
Opps I mean freeholla's ya that's it...

Either way...I seen some mean sista's...some sassy asses...some yummy gummies...
and man...didn't see too many fish.

All I know is the beads were a flying...and man I didn't have to duck...well because I'm short.
But my girl friend had too....heheheeeeee

So all was fine and dandy of course until those religious bigots showed up.
For shame...but that's ok...we all just yelled back at them...
"STOP THE HATE BROTHER'S AND SISTA'S STOP THE HATE"

Ya...they didn't like it so much...that's fine...
it didn't rain on my parade!
'Cause mamma...I'm here....I'm Gay and I'm proud!"
oh I forgot...my momma wears combat boots so I'm not worried...she will kick your butt while I run and hide! I'm the small one...so I'm entitled to hide...heehee the delicate one I am...heee.

Well I didn't see my good ol' friend NORA...I guess she was a paddling some where's fun...(damn I missed it again).

I did see Amy. Man I don't know who trips over who when that young lady appears.
She puts Jessica Simpson to shame...man is she beautiful...
I just make such a fool of myself when she is around...you know...

You try to play it cool and nope...your actually planing it fool...ahhhhh man I need a check up from the head up....

Both me and my girlfriend just adore her...she truly is a beautiful young lady.
She is smart, funny, sweet and well...I've just gotta stop...I will say...
she is an incredible person and we do respect her so...no!
we do try to be polite and we are...we just bit our tongues and slap each other back to reality when we get home...( ahhhhh to be young and beautiful again instead of an old rotted rose...blaaaaaaaa).

Ok moving on....to where? i don't know...just somewhere ....

Ok like I have this cat...he's a moose.
Not joke man.
We got him at four months old...man our friend dropped him off and ran...
Mummm-hummmmm now I know why...
The cat was found at the bottom of a swimming pool before the storm in March, with his brothers and sisters and no mamma.

Momma was out looking for food when some strangers happen to decide to check out their property and low and behold...a pool full of kittens...

So they did what every good soul would do...took them in and hand fed them...mamma showed up at the pool and freaked out...they traped and had her fixed....
two kittens survived the ordeal and I have one of them...

Let me tell you. THAT AIN'T NO KITTEN OR CAT! THAT THING IS MIXED OR ALIEN!
He has saucer shape eyes....I swear they glow when there is no light.....
He love's water...go figure...I have to fight with him just to take a bath...and God forbid I use any Avada products and don't include him...he bits...and hard man...
he never uses his claws and really doesn't have to....

Needless to say...by the time the cat....Sammy Diablo was six months old...he weighed in at 16 pounds...a walking hair ball man..
The vet said he was fine. His weight was perfect for his bone structure...
ya like what a moose?
He's two now and well he weighs 22 pounds and well...he's almost as long as my damn bathtub.
What does the vet say?....
He's fine...he's a good weight for his bone structure....
OK I GET IT! NOW WHEN THE HELL IS THIS CAT GOING TO STOP GROWING?????
Man no wonder Khole gave me the so called kitten and ran...

Well don't worry folks, he only goes out with his mamma....he is a big ol' baby and well
runs when someone comes around.
I will say. He does freak my friends out when they see him...
I always end up trying to crawl under my bed to get the cat that is flatter then a pancake out.
Just to show them that yes....really ..... My Sammy Diablo is really a cat.
Not a dog, not a raccoon....not a strange what ever hairball something...but a cat...
that's part alien!

ok....now that is all I have to say...I'm outta things to type and actually quite bored and in need of a cig...( cough....hack...cough..owwwwwmyleftlung...hummmmmmwannasmoke?)

ok....
Tilly, Tristian, Uncle Chuck, Aunt Sharon and my fav cousin Teresa who would love to say she doesn't know me...
my brotha Patrick...and his wifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesophieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehappybithdaytoooooooyouuuuuuuuuu
and a very happy..happy to yawllllllllllllll
I LOVE YOU!!
yes...you too Nora....owwwwwwwi'mjustalovebuggandloveyawl...
My Pumpkin...you know I love you more then cheeseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeor shrimp, or octopus...or uhm....wait man...I'm thinkin...
hairballs...hotdogs..baloniesandwichesfishsticksnevermorethendarkchocolatebutreallyclose...

Hey Rhonda & KC...it was good seeing yawl..thanks for the beer. It really did help settle my fat ol' tummy...
and hey....who ever was yelling "sumooooooooo" at me because of my hair...
Thank you...that was a nice complement and really made me smile...glad I made your day and gave you something to yell about...heheheeeeeeeeeee....

Peace my brutha's and sista's....Peace...
POWER TO THE PEOPLE....