Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Shame! Shame! Shame!

Woke up singing Brittany Spears. I should just go back to bed.

Stayed up late reading a book about The Crusades.

Yes, and watching Bob's Burgers, Judgey McJudgerson.

A few pages into it and I had to check the cover and make sure I wasn't re-reading GoT.

Here's why I was reading a book:

I was channel surfing last night and Kingdom of Heaven came on. I don't know when it became a must watch movie, but somewhere along the way it did. Then I realized, I know Saladin and Richard The Lionheart from video games and because I am a nerd who picked up a book in elementary school. But I never actually read about The Crusades.

Thank fat baby Jesus I have smart friends who recommend good books.

So there you have it, my train of thought.

And like all thoughts, it started with a movie.

My religion.
Oh baby, baby...

Ooohhhhh, Rudy is stupid story... I was at the commissary yesterday (military grocery store) getting some victuals for Chez Martinez when I see an adolescent girl with two children. I walk past them thinking, I recognize the kid in her arms. Creepy.

A few minutes later I run into her again and she says howdy.  I said, hi. 

Blah, blah, blah okay, good seeing you, bye!

She goes her way, I go mine.

Why does that chick have Mike's kid? Mike and his family moved to Oklahoma, right? And his wife is a blonde! I know she is. I don't remember her having braces. 

TGB comes home.

Heard you saw Cody's wife at the commissary. 

Is she watching Mike's kids? 

What? No you dumbass, those were her kids. 

What? No, really? 

You think all white kids look alike, you racist? 

Ummm... Lucy pooped in the house today! 

Titty sprinkles!