Today was the gospel of the Prodigal Son. You know the one. Where one son took his patrimony and spent it on hookers and booze and having a fun time. When he was finally broke and homeless he decided to come home like all of these Generation X kids.
His Dad brought him in and embraced him and pissed off his dutiful son. But he did one other terrible thing.
He killed the fatted calf.
Be careful EBL.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
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Sounds like a vealed threat...
Interesting use of the word "patrimony," blogfather.
Antimony is still used by women to lure men and has been since recorded herstory.
Titus is kind of like the "Prodigious Son" (or so he claims).
Wow. This place cleared out fast.
I think people gave up posting for Lent.
Hi Everyone! How are you? I am super, thanks so much for asking.
We walking the beach today in fab Swampscott and Nahant.
A couple beach observations:
1) There was some budda guy with a skirt on with an ipod/headphones and he was dancing like someone would dance in a club-not budda like but more Lady Gaga like.
2) There are so many Russians here.
3) The rare clumber is obsessed with water-you can't get him out but he just wades in-my Italian friend says he reminds him of old jewish ladies.
4) What happens to all the animals in the shells that are washed up on the beach? You can tell what happened to the crabs-they are ravaged by gulls. GULLS! But what about the clams and all the other one's-where did they go?
5) I saw a gull shoot out a loaf or it was maybe piss, right in front of another gull. While the gull pinched he spread his wings. I was enthralled.
6) This area is being taken over by muzzies praying on the esplanade during sundown. Some of them look all ghetto too and it makes me hot.
Lastly, there was a huge group of chinkys that all spoke French and looked Vogue/Europey/Faggy. It was cold out and they were wearing little Prada slipons and D&G mocs and Ben Sherman all white tennis shoes.
Oh, and of course a huge group of Mexicans fishing from the beach with enormous Rods.
When do the jellyfish arrive? They are fucking freaky.
I abs love the beach.
Where is Mamam? Love her long time.
Pork, the other other white meat. The Beef Industry turned Appalachian Spring into a song of death for me.
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