Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The fourth day of Holiday Season and my true love has bestowed upon me four calling birds. Four calling birds? Calling whom? Do they have a family plan or something? Doesn’t that mean four British girls (birds) talking on their cell phones? Do tell! Four girls might be most men’s dreams, but think real hard for a moment. It is hard enough to get a word in edgewise with just one woman, much less four. Perhaps her idea was to show me she isn’t so bad after all. Maybe these calling birds are... Sign in to see full entry.
The third day of Christmas
These first days seem to have an avian theme going for them. Now we have to add to our collection of fine-feathered friends, three French Hens. You can always tell a French Hen, they will spit in your general direction while taking a drag off of a smelly cigarette next to an open sewer while drinking an overpriced wine. The beret is another tip off along with them constantly imitating Marcel Marceau imitating a chicken. Three French Hens are just enough to form a chorus line and do a lively... Sign in to see full entry.