I was out motoring when an oldie from 1982 came on that I felt I needed to share with my reader(s, if you count me): it’s Goodbye to You by Scandal. The music video is incredible so take the time to watch it. I’m waiting for the day this gets released on Guitar Hero or Rock Band because holy cow is this catchy. I’m also waiting for the light-hearted cover by Mo Thugs:
Surely the Compton community has fond memories of Reagan’s 1980s. Speaking of which, I spotted two of my favorite things on my way to my hotel this week:
Speaking of hotel stays, I have a message for the front desk and the room cleaning staff: I don’t care if I’m only staying one night, one and a half rolls of TP is a BIG ask by management. I’d wipe my gooch with the comforter if I didn’t think I’d get pregnant.
Fortunately I was able to avert crisis by stopping at a McDonalds to pinch off a fresh loaf. The men’s and women’s rooms only had one stall each and both had a line so I was told to use the mixed bathroom located directly next to the seating area. After downing four pills of senna lax that morning, I had serious concerns that the tectonic tremors pushing their way through my colon would be heard by innocent diners sitting 7 to 8 feet away from my trembling anus. I felt my rectum violently shifting and had real concerns that the noises would easily penetrate the two inch door gap at the floor…but as fate would have it, the gods were smiling upon me that day. There was no flatulence of which to speak…it was all liquid! Literally pissing out of my ass – and nary a suspicion or eyebrow raised. They thought I was peeing! It seems my free trucker’s New Testament was a blessing:
And finally, my Arrested Development reference for the day:
I thought your AD reference was the “Gilligan!!!” Redeeence in the oil company…
The proper visual is shitting through a screen!
The Dilettante’s McDonald’s bathroom experience was foretold by this man: https://youtu.be/-efxJ_XVht8