Kevin: Master of the Blackmail Photo

Ahhh. I am sitting here this fine Saturday afternoon, waiting for my lunch to digest so I can go outside and sweat like a slave in the yard. I still have a mountain of housework to do but I don't see any point in doing it until I mow the yard. No matter how hard I try not to, I always seem to track dead grass into the house so what's the point in cleaning the floors just to get them dirty again. It will be a busy afternoon for me, unfortunately. And it is hot and sticky as a motherfuck today. I'm talking pushing 90 degrees and sweaty like a buttcrack. I am sick of it, quite frankly. It's fall now. So like, be fall already. And tell the damn grass to stop growing so much. That can cease now, too.


I had a discussion this week with my friend, Kevin, that he is the master of finding blackmail photographs. I don't think I have ever seen anyone with as much talent-- a preternatural knack, if you will-- for finding BAD photos of people. No one is safe. I don't know where he looks or how he finds but he can find your ass looking like a dumbfuck. I told him he ought to get a job working for a tabloid as the resident blackmail photo finder. He could make millions at this. He found a photo of Michael McDonald looking fat and sweaty with his tongue hanging half out looking like he'd had a stroke and with a tall pompadour. How, I ask you, how? Then he found some still shot of Roger Moore in A View to a Kill being strangled, I guess, where he looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his skull. I tried to Google search for this same image and came up empty-handed. Maybe he has a direct line to Hell where Satan gives him these gems of madness. And I mean that as a compliment, strangely enough, LOL.


Stream of consciousness moment: Nanny 911 is going in the background here and I am watching this family and I cannot figure out for the life of me why they have business-style office chairs in their dining room. Like the leather chairs with plastic molded arm-rests and wheels on the bottom. Who the fuck does that? And why? I find it really bizarre.


YAH MO BE THERE

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