Let's get it started....

Two posts in one day! Not for lack of entertainment or being a nutty nervous nut nut, but more so because I worked on some of my Christmas projects. The crafts have been done for a few days now and I started work on my gift to Prada. This made me forget my mouth issues long enough to grin my fucking ass off.

Mr. Morgan's sister and I have a long standing ritual of "fuck you" of gifts. That simply means a gift that you give just to make yourself giggle. Example.... Prada has given .. (thanks!) me sea monkeys, ants, and fucking turtles. I gave her a venus fly trap set up. All of the mentioned died under our care, because we rock that way. I'm sure she happilly chewed her clenched fist to suppress a giggle at my turmoil of killing all these animals, and more so when the sea monkeys rolled their dead into piles .... then ate them. I'm sure that even from a long distance, she was quite aware of the look on my face to all of that. "are they?" ........ "no, no way." ........ "Mister!!!!!!!! They've gone cannibal!! Help!" Thought that shit was funny did ya?

This year, my gift is just evil. It doesn't move or grow, but I can't say more than that. It's so damned rotten I can't even tell Mr. Morgan what I've been up to. I personally think it's fucking funny, but it's not evil against her. At mimimum it's not expected and that's really all I am aiming for. I want laughter so hard that wine spews out of a nose with a burning sensation that sings my name.

Game on baby.... don't think I don't expect you to trump me, but .... don't think that I might. Weeeeeee...... Let's get it started! /hops.

- DM