Oh, The Impropriety

I must agree with the fine gentlemen at DiVERSiONZ. It is a tragic commentary on our youth that these incidents seem to happen every time I’m watching ESPN.

Excuse me. For some reason, I have the strangest urge for the passion of Michael Jackson.

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9 Responses to Oh, The Impropriety

  1. peat says:

    We try. What can I say?

  2. Domino says:


    I’m glad I clicked on the freaking Michael Jackson link and found out you are talking about beer. I thought you were referring to “that” Michael Jackson, the one that had a few hits in the 80’s. Well anyway, please re-read your blog entry from the point of view that it’s “that” Micheal Jaskson. I was worried a minute.

    Pete Townshend and Solonor in the same week, it was more than I could bear.

  3. kat says:

    did you hear that micheal jackson is looking for a new house in FLA??? he could be our neighbor.

  4. Tracy says:

    I’ve got a loverly bunch of coconuts…

  5. Dawn says:

    You mean every time you turn your living room TV to ESPN, a couple of wet, slippery, comdiment-besplattered, scantily-clad females mysteriously appear in your living room?

    I’d call the cable repair man about that, if I were you.

  6. Solonor says:

    Hell no! He can get his own.

  7. Maria says:

    He can’t be my neighbor! Not unless he wants to live right off the lovely Orange Blossom Trail!!! He may spend his leisure time here, but I doubt he would want to buy a house next to me!! LMAO!!!

    Solonor, I know you got that!! heheheeeee

    Did you call me hyper?? Moi?? Naaaahhhhh!! I am a slotcow! That’s a mixture between a sloth and a cow….. mmmoooooooo

  8. Tracy says:

    Or coconuts. They’re good for your immune system, apparently.

    {the cold has gotten to my brain.}

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