my last post or perhaps you haven’t noticed my absence. Just in case you were wondering I ’ll give you a quick update of what I’ve been up to. I’ll start with the trip to Texas that included a high school playoff game between Southlake Carroll and Dallas Skyline High School. A game that turned around in the final 2 minutes and 7 seconds with a victory for Southlake Carroll.
I spent some time trying to fix a problem with the Honda Accord. I’m still not convinced that I didn’t purchase a lemon from the Honda Corporation.
On Saturday I could have traveled to Texas, but I was really too tired to fly 4 hours. I was going to settle in and watch it on cable. But alas, this year the game wasn’t being transmitted on Time Warner Cable in New York.
After looking for a while online and with an assist from Twitter, I found an internet radio station from Houston, TX that was doing the play-by-play live. They were rooting for the team from Fort Bend and that made it more interesting to me. Needless to say the quarterback lead the Dragons to a 36-29 victory over Fort Bend Hightower that Saturday in the Class 5A Division I championship at Cowboys Stadium.
Like almost everyone else I went to work on Tuesday. There’s nothing interesting to tell about my work that week. Maybe one day I’ll relate a good story about my work life.
Oh, I forgot to tell you about the trip to Harlem where I met my friends from Denmark and Germany, to eat soul food at Amy Ruth’s and then a quick bus ride to 125th to visit the Lenox Lounge, a historic Jazz Club to have some drinks. One of the waitresses confused me with one of the performers when I asked her for the key. She had seen me in the Zebra Room walking around and assumed I was a jazz artist asking for the keys to the dressing room. All I wanted was the keys to the bathroom. She told me to use the ladies since it was empty but I told her I didn’t want to mess it up for the ladies. “Are you kidding?” she said. “The lady’s room is messier than the men’s room at all times,” she continued. “Really?” I replied incredulously. I guess their aim isn’t as good as the men’s.
Today, I have been in New York for 3 hours since my trip back from visiting paradise. I had my hair cut by the first chair barber who still uses a blade to shave the back of the neck. My hair had grown so much since the last haircut in Forest Hills, NY that waitresses were confusing me for an artist. I do play the trumpet but not anymore in any band.
Tomorrow I have an appointment with Hillside Honda where they will tell me nothing is wrong with the car. They will tell me to drive this lemon more often so that it doesn’t die. I’ve never owned a vehicle that has had that many battery replacements. While I kill time writing this, I have been watching Milla Jovaovich in UltraViolet, The Blood War is On, (Unrated Extended Cut). Right now I have paused the movie because I haven’t been paying too much attention to it while I talk to you.
Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask why do so many people still find Anthony Weiner’s penis and Lady Gaga’s nipples so interesting. That seems to be the post that has generated the most views in 2011. Perhaps if I started to post celebrities in distress or undress might this website/blog go viral?
O.K. so much for this diatribe, I will return later with a re-blog of a funny post I found in Tumblr. I know I’ve seen this one before but I haven’t ever posted it online for my guests to see.
Now I will pay more attention to Torrey, a tuxedo who keeps interrupting this post. He’s back again.
“So I’m going to ignore the rumors, and focus on what is real, an opportunity to help by doing what I love. Judge me on the music! Love y’all.”
Mariah Yeater alleges that her son, Tristyn Anthony Markhouse Yeater, was conceived in a half-minute. It was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am encounter.
“I asked him to put on a condom, but he insisted that he did not want to, because it was his first time and he wanted to feel everything. He then quickly took off my clothes, and we had sex. I was on top of some sort of shelf. The sexual intercourse was brief, lasting only approximately 30 seconds. He was clearly embarrassed about how the sex did not last very long.”
Yeater claims she tried to contact him after she got pregnant, but his representatives never called her back.
If this malicious, salacious account of his alleged first successful sexual penetration is true, then these might be the 30 seconds that will destroy his squeaky clean image.
Not surprising, his fans are coming to the rescue. A fan on Twitter wrote: “Dear Mariah Yeater, Roses are Red…Stay away from Bieber or the Beliebers will KILL YOU.” @SessyKidrahl
- Mariah Yeater: Life Threatened By Beliebers! (thehollywoodgossip.com)