My misadventures on display for all to read.
Whimsy Mimmsy from Leemar doodled me this last month. Her inspiration comes from the female prostituting penguins. Yes, that's a thing.
Mimmsy and I minced words as I thought it a crime and she, a feminist victory.
Feminist Icon or Haughty Criminal?
Let the record show that I do not condone prostitution in any animal form nor under any guise, be it rock collecting, pleasure seeking, nest testing, etc.
Swedish Lief is a wise soul and crafty with the ink stick.The calligraphy Gods even christened her handwriting with its own font name: Lieflet.
This past weekend, I had the most amazing adventure in Savannah, GA. My best man friend from college hitched his horse to a wagon and invited over a dozen of his college buddies to celebrate with 300 other people.
I used to be afraid of flying, like recite your last rites afraid. Once I asked a flamboyant male steward if flying were safe. "It's my job, sugar. Now breath into this bag." Thankfully I love it now. I find it one of the rare times where my responsibilities include removing my shoes, napping, listening to podcasts, and inhaling communal flatulence. On this particular trip, I traveled between General Edward Lawrence Logan International Airport to Hartsfield–Jackson Atlanta International Airport with one small WTF moment after another.
Delta, putting my confidence back in flying.
Rarely do I check my bag, maybe once a year throughout dozens of flights. I have used the same luggage since graduating college. It holds all I need and fits in the overheard compartment. The two women at the pre-TSA screening decided my bag needed to be checked. "If it fits in the bin, you are good." I placed it in the measurement bin and it fit. The woman paused in surprise, and insisted that I check it in at the counter. "If they don't make you check it, then you are fine." Wet The Funnoodle!? I rolled it over to the counter and without hesitation, the Delta employee made me pay $25. Back at the pre-TSA line, a passenger walked through the check-in line with a giant guitar case. Strike one.
Once through the line, I proceeded to TSA screening. TSA opened a new line so I moved to get ahead of the crowd and started unloading my computer. "Shoes off, toiletries out, nothing in your pockets. Take everything out of your pockets," the TSA employee yelled to everyone. I emptied my pockets and stepped toward the peep show scanner. That's when the TSA woman pointed to my bulging right hip pocket. "Everything out of your pockets. Wait, what about that? What's that in your pocket?!" Without skipping a beat, I replied, "My extra fat. That's my extra fat." She lifted her hands, backed away and murmured in tongues. Strike two.
When we landed in Hotlanta, the two right tires exploded. We sat on the runway for forty five minutes while Delta brought mechanics to jack up the plane and switch out the flat tires. Seriously!? But of course. Strike three.
The rest of the weekend made for a great time. I didn't even fall once at the wedding.
Alas, thank you to Swedish Lief for this poignant bumper sticker.
“Of penance I have had enough! Of penitence there has been none!”
This week's Fugly Doodly Friday comes from a fan who left a comment a few weeks back. It's a riddle of sorts. One that will make you question the very definition of humanity, sin, and Black Friday. The penitentiary awaits!
Scarlet's lettering.
This one goes to all the 3 PM playahs out there who would ratha be sippin on a Shirley Temple by the kiddie pool than sitting through anotha meetin with yer holieah than thou colleagues. If ya words aren't supportin, productive, or meaninful, stick a Maraschino in it.
Dream Killer. Come Rescue Me.
If you are stuck at work, in a car, on a plane, or riding bareback across the Great Plains, you too can submit a fugly doodle. Thanks to this week's anonymous guest who still wants that paycheck next week!
I received over twenty taglines for Fugly Doodle Fridays Bumperstickers.
Hava nagila, my friends!
Our first submission follows on the theme of mothers. My friends in California who ride their bikes everywhere see a common bumper sticker with the theme of "My other car is a car." They would like to stand up for the rights of cyclists everywhere and say
Happy almost Mother's Day!