Lynda and John agree, we are not okay with Britney Spears' vagina. At all. There is nothing that could make us look at it again, except that we can't stop. This lead us to think, what is up with this sudden rise in people who hang out with Paris Hilton not ever wearing underwear and showing off the world to the world. I am of course talking about not only the BritSpea and the FireCrotch (and while we're at it, if Brandon "Douchefest" Davis ever saw said Groin-En-Fuego, he would have known her womb hole is ass hairless as it was when she came out of her mother's) showing off their lady bits for all the world to see. If I never see another vagina for the rest of my life... Wait, that is not true. If I ever have to see another celebrity's vagina I'm gonna throw up all on my keyboard. What is wrong with this country? Britney and Paris were all over CNN. CNN! That's what really makes me throw up.

Next week it's gonna be Dakota Fanning's vagina all over Perez or some other blog, for the world to see.

Fucking gross.

When I was in high school, not meaning to brag, but I was kind of a big deal. I was mostly a local celebrity. I had many exposes written about me in various newspapers, and people... well, let's just say a lot of people knew my name. However, I did basically everything just shy of joining the band to sabotage my status in high school. I read comics, I hung out at coffee shops, I didn't drink or do drugs but still went to parties. It's true, I did smoke and play sports, but still, it's amazing I ever was allowed to make out with a girl in high school. And boy do I love making out. When I was in my sophomore year, playing soccer for the Falmouth clippers, a group of us decided we were a lot like the WCW's NWO (New World Order) Red so we started following their wrestling careers and assumed monikers. I know what you are thinking, clearly I was Macho Man! But no... turns out I was assigned Konan. That was okay, I was appropriately rowdy rowdy and bowdy bowdy.

I was telling this story to Lynda the other night and she was listening intently but when I mistakenly refered to Scott Hall as Razor Ramone, she stopped me and said "But he was only Razor Ramone when he was in the WWF". I was understandably taken aback. How did she know about that? Oh, my, I thought, was (is?!) she a fan?

It turns out during high school she used to attend Raw is War parties, much like I used to, and watch wrestling, with two TV set up to see both WWF's Raw and WCW's Monday night wrestling. Why wasn't I watching football then on Monday nights? I was probably only watching the Patriots then anyway. But I digress. Who me?

So my baby used to watch the wrestling. I can't tell if that make me love her a little more or a lot more. I am leaning towards a whole lot. Her favorite was Rey Mysterio Jr. We talked about when he upset Kevin Nash during Starcade. Then they made him a member of NWO Red. Macho Man was always my favorite. Dating back to the Miss Elizabeth days. Was there a more pure love and vicious love triangle than Hogan - Savage - Miss Elizabeth in the history of the world? I don't know about the love triangle, but as for pure love???

Not till I met Lynda.

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

So far so good. Lynda hasn't noticed that I am posting again. I was letting a couple of days go by to see if it sparked any more angst, but it seems that month without posting was all we needed. We being you and I. I being me. You being the reader. Unless this is Lynda, in which case, you would've been her. No modifier left dangling!

Anyways... Lynda and I haven't spent much time together lately. Iknow what you are thinking, but don't worry, everything is totally cool. It just that she has been super busy lately. The airport business is a strange one to be sure, but not really all that different. Busy season is the high traffic season, holidays and blah blah and to get time off she has to accumulate hours now. We don't have any concrete plans, nor really any abstract, but that is the time that I have off, so we were thinking of working something out. I wonder if she gets travel discounts?

I asked.

It's weird. She's an airport employee technically, which classifies her as a government employee. And since she works the international tarmacs, she is a federal employee who is covered under all kinds of securities clearances and what not. However since she is not a direct employee of a particular airline, she doesn't really get discounts. It's crazy. And a huge complaint for the union. They also don't like when you call their glowsticks light sabers or make Star Wars references. Seriously. They get real pissed off. And, oddly enough, those sticks get really hot and can burn a little. Like sunburn burn. Nothing major, just annoying. Like people that reference Star Wars.

So we are gonna try to go somewhere maybe around teh holidays. Which? No idea. Where? No idea. We are using Napoleon's plan.

Show up. See what happens.