I draw inspiration for the
NOTE: This is a tease for this week's Captain Caption. You're welcome.Sometimes, I draw inspiration from a comment I make on your blogs. You'll know this is happening
|I mean, it's not everyday |
you see a man humping a fish.
Yes, I know I've used this picture before.
The fact that I still have a copy of it
probably says a lot about me.
And not have to think of anything else. I'm lazy that way.
Occasionally, I'll do something similar when I write on Twitter or Facebook. So it was a few weeks ago when I responded to a Facebook post by Sherilin, who is author of the Laughing My Abs Off blog. I'd leave a link, but since she hasn't written there in several months, I figured I wouldn't. Still, she's a great FB friend (both with Al and my alter ego. Or is that with me and my real alter ego, Al? Crap, now I've gone and confused myself. Plus, I may have crapped my pants).
Sherilin was talking about a joke cake she had made/had ordered/had eaten (something-remember this was a few weeks ago and earlier Facebook posts are hard to find). The cake had some sort of penis thing on it or smegma or erectile dysfunction... Something like that...
Anyway, it called to mind a story (well, what doesn't?)...
For those who didn't bother reading the introduction, but hopefully laughed at the picture, the story begins below...
Growing up, I had a reputation for being, shall we say, thrifty. I don't know why. Maybe it was because I sloshed through a swamp to get a parking pass for the campground in Virginia Beach so I wouldn't have to pay a dollar for my own. Or because I drove all the way through Connecticut on Route 1 so I wouldn't have to pay any tolls. Or because all the guests to my wedding with Mrs. Penwasser #1 had to pay a dollar to attend the ceremony at the Norfolk Botanical Gardens.
|Hey, it was 35 cents! |
A few months after Mrs. Penwassser #1 left me to marry Dennis from HQ (a Virginia Beach Home Improvement Superstore), I moved back to Connecticut for a few months to attend college. It ended up being a bust, but I enjoyed being with my family.
|"Okay, which one of y'all said 'bust'?"|
|It wasn't a Cookie Puss cake. |
I just like saying cookie puss.
When I asked the fresh-faced high school girl to write "It's a Girl!" in pink icing, she cheerfully complied.
However, when I asked her to then mark an 'X' across it in blue icing, she looked a little confused. But, not as confused as when I asked her to write "Happy Birthday, Phil!" in little blue letters around the ring of the cake.
NOTE: Depiction of the firstMrs. Penwasser possibly exaggerated.
When I proudly displayed the cake to my family, I explained to them that the proud parents ended up having a boy, instead. So, I was able to get the ice cream cake for half off the marked price.
The Moral of the Story: Take a reputation and have fun with it.
Another Moral of the Story: Don't complain if you have to pay admission to a wedding.
Because ice cream cake is a dish best served cold.