Wednesday, September 30, 2026
Tuesday, September 29, 2026
IT WAS NOT LONG AGO THAT I TOLD LADY MORGANA THAT IF SHE DID NOT PUT ONLY RECYCLING ITEMS IN THE BIN...
I WOULD SHIT ON HER HEAD.
DISPOSIBLE PLATES ARE NOT RECYCLING ITEMS.
This tells me that ONE OR MORE FACTORS EXIST:
1. LADY MORGANA WANTS ME TO SHIT ON HER HEAD
2. LADY MORGANA DOUBTS MY RESOLVE WHEN MAKING THREATS
3. LADY MORGANA HAS FORGOTTEN WHEN WE DISCUSSED THAT DISPOSIBLE PLATES ARE NOT RECYCLABLE.
I have not been to the bathroom today. A huge shit is forming in my colon. My childhood was spent with a fucking maniac psycho that used to trash our home regularly. For me to lapse and go fucking nutso would be like a frog jumping into a pond, but LADY MORGANA apparently does not realize this or is distracted with buying new dresses online and losing weight through the hypodermic drug program and not following recycling protocol.
Tonight the answer to all these questions and many more will be revealed.
Monday, September 28, 2026
THE HIGH CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS OF LADY MORGANA
I think LADY MORGANA just tried to kill me. She loves watching those murder mystery shows so perhaps she thinks she can get away with it.
I recently bought a clothes bin which is supposed to separate the colors, but LADY MORGANA immediately despised it which did not deter me from using it since I paid money for it. LADY MORGANA destroyed one bin, but the second one I still use. I had told LADY MORGANA to watch a storage bin stacked because it could fall.
This morning the laundry bin is put on top of the storage container and the bottom is wrapped around the storage container. If I had pulled it, all the containers would have come down upon me. She never did that before.
Luckily, I lifted the laundry bin up and over and avoide the calamity.
If I do have a mysterious demise, I would check into LADY MORGANA as a suspect.
Really.
P.S. - Just so anybody knows, if I die and you mess with my porn collection or any of my belongings, I will HAUNT your ass for eternity. I mean it.
Sunday, September 27, 2026
Saturday, September 26, 2026
Friday, September 25, 2026
Thursday, September 24, 2026
Wednesday, September 23, 2026
Tuesday, September 22, 2026
SUMMER CAMP MEMORIES
Almost fifty years ago, there was a rainy day at summer camp and to pass the time the counselors hung the campers by their underwear from a nail in the cabin wall. They called it a SUPERWEDGIE. Luckily, I was overweight and not bound for a SUPERWEDGIE, but if you were short and thin you ended up hanging by your underwear from a nail in the cabin wall, begging for mercy.
It was really quite pathetic and not looked at as fun from the unwilling victims. The memory is burned into my consciousness to this day.
Not Lesbian fun back in the late 1970s. It was sadistic torture.
Monday, September 21, 2026
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