Everytime I leave a comment and my picture comes up...it looks like I am smirking. I probably am. I gotta a jerk smirk thing going on.
There was a lot of metal "under the tables" when I was younger and when I stood up and hit my head under them, it left a dent in my front lobal area, and created "the smirk." Nowaday I usually use it for good. In yesteryear, I used it for "are you fucking nuts"..."how come you are such an asshole?" ... and "what toliet did you just crawl out of"?...you know the creative shit. I also smirked a lot playing cards. That my friends were some of my finest moments! ...other than getting my brother to eat rabbit turds.
You don't want to play cards with me. I get all cocky. Even if I don't know the game,(which I never do) Unless you want to count "31" or "blackjack".... I'm your girl. But I need a few freebie rounds to remember how to play it....
After the rare "under the table" concussion I suffered in 1972, balonie was born.... I was going to keep this for November when I have to post every stinking day of the month, but I couldn't. I just needed to get it out NOW. If she rears her ugly head in November, at least I will have it documented, and you will know where all the bodies are buried.
Some how all this seems a little fragmented... seee ... she is here and it's started all over again. Lawdy.. help me! No good can come from this.