Thingy

 She's back and she's gonna say nuthin'.  Patting her blondi do set with Elmer's glue  baring her grill her voice a siren shrill She's back and she's gonna say nuthin'. Under illuminating lights Beware the bitch, she bites  She's made of vinegar and ice  witchery is her vice Step far away from her spittle  her voice so harsh and brittle  Pammy is her name subterfuge is her game She's back and she's gonna say  nuthin'. A Medusa snakey sneer An orange man in her ear A pencil up her butt along with files filled with  smut She's gonna be mute She thinks she's awfully  cute  Swore an oath on a Bible  Lo, little lady ladels libel  Do the Bondi shuffle  a back and forth kerfuffle  She's back and she's gonna say  nuthin'. * Update  

  I occasionally like to read the advice columns. It helps me adjust my moral compass when someone asks a question I would answer quite differently, like this query where a woman asks if she should leave her husband after fifty years of marriage as he has never said a kind word, ever.  (Aunt Blabby is taking the night off. I'm going to step in) My response: Lol. Seriously, lady? Fifty years and it just dawned on you to get out of a shitty relationship? And you need to ask!? Advice columnist: I'm so sorry you feel unwanted. Perhaps talking to a therapist will help. Talk to your husband. Tell him how you feel. It's never too late to change. Me again: Uh, yes, it is too late. Just stay with him and take it.  So, as you can see, I could never be a wise and thoughtful advisor, yet, sometimes, I think the advice columnists get it wrong, so very, very wrong. Case in point 👉 this recent post where a man wanted to know if he should just face the fact his sister no longer wants to...

  Whyyyy back in my day I roamed the hood all day long, unafraid and unmolested. Sure, there were creeps and some found me, like the time my parents sat in a bar whilst I was given my "license" to be independent and sit in the car. Someone I knew, one of those types who have stupid nicknames as adults, like Scooter, knocked on the car window, then sat at up front, telling me how pretty I was. It wasn't until years later I realized he was masturbating as he flattered a seven year olds ego. But, I usually felt safe as I explored my world. This mother wants her children to be independent and allows them to walk to and from school, a mile away. She lets them play alone in the park and provides them with "licenses," which inform any nosy bodies she does know where her children are, and it's all good. Yes, I'm sure a child molester will back off after reading that. I do hope she's also taught them how to grab balls and squeeze, poke out eyes and scream, ...

  My experience with the Catholic church is what turned me away. I saw the hypocrisy on a daily basis. I realize we humans are fallible, even those we have chosen to guide us to be better. The world forgives the sinner and still believes in the holy Spirit.  It's sort of like Republicans knowing Trump is a rapist, cheat, liar, misogynist and all around bad person, but they still believe in the message. I'll let you decide what the message is. It never ceases to amaze me when I find another  egregious act enacted by the church, the depravity, the purposeful ignorance, such as this story about a Nazi soldier who told anyone who would listen that Hitler was gassing human beings, thousands every single day. Pope Pius XII, was aware of the marches. The officer told him so. There are reams of a paper trail which prove he knew about the murder of babies, children, innocent souls, since 1942, yet, he did nothing. The Church defends this lack of interest, claiming they just didn'...

  Yeah, maybe not any longer after watching a horror movie which was filmed IN MY LIBRARY! A few years ago I had heard our street was going to be closed off for a few hours because some filmmakers were in town. I then discovered it was going to be some religious, enlightening movie, so I completely dismissed it, then forgot about it. But, last night, after the usual bout of insomnia, I got curious and googled to see if anything came of it. What I found was, 'What Happened to Dorothy Bell?'  Well, let me tell you- nothing good. There's references to religion but not the good stuff. Jesus must have left the building. So, I watched this movie at 2am, alone- in the dark, where nothing good happens after midnight. I won't give away the plot, but it's actually a fairly decent movie which I found on Tubi. It's not bloody gory, but has the low budget props, except for one scene which is all human and pretty darn powerful. It has an 86% on Rotten Tomatoes. The majority o...

  I can only think of one time when I engaged in a sport whilst high. It was a family reunion type deal where everything was going swell. Soon, the kids and elders left and it was just the hipsters who decided to play badminton. I don't know when we noticed it was one am and pitch black. We were having too much fun. Honestly, it probably would have been fun without the weed enhancement - which brings me to this 👇 I do believe it's called the Enhancement Games because the athletes are allowed to ingest drugs. I'm not sure Mom and Dad would approve, I dunno. But, hey, if you want to ingest drugs to improve your chances of being number one, who am I to be a Karen? Just don't expect anyone to take you seriously.  I truly do not understand how a drug can make your body go faster. Maybe the drug just takes away the pain so that you can push your body harder. I've never really thought about drugs in the sporting world. We know they're there, but, is it wrong? The thin...