There is a holiday show on right now that has a penniless single mom who gave some woman CPR on the way to work, saves a life, is fired by the shitty Grinch she works for for being late and after a LOT of HIGHLY improbable “Notebook” type shit, she finds true love and the woman she save sends her a Christmas card with a few grand in it.
And I found myself changing my ways.
My caffeine soaked, Grinch-like heart has grown three sizes and I am about to toboggan my hairy ass down the mountain to Whoville.
Because that’s where the money is.
The next well monied old biddy that goes tits up in front of me has my full attention.
I will suck start that old broad back to life.
Right after I run her credit.
She’s turning blue, I will get eye contact for a sec.
“WHAT’S THE LAST 4 OF YOUR SOCIAL? THE LAST 4?!?!”
She has over a 750 and I’m jingling her chimes for the holidays.
I will be in the will before the paramedics get there. (I am a registered minister. I can perform it all myself. I am also a notary.)
Have I upset anyone?
Awwww, and don’t I just feel terrible about that?
It is officially that period between Thanksgiving and Christmas.
That time of year when anyone connected with retail laments their life choices and plots their suicide.
If you are a parent, you might be lamenting your life choices and plotting your suicide.
While the rest of us give thought to what to get our kids for Xmas. (I used Xmas on purpose. Lets leave Christ out of this, its more about the shopping. He was never a big shopper anyway.)
Stock market is booming, people are working and life is good, right?
Depends on who you talk to.
Half the government is denying they wiggled their dick at anyone and the other half is busy apologizing for it.
Thank god they are not outing regular Joe’s like me.
Have I wiggled my dick at the opposite sex on occasion?
You’re goddam right I have!
But, while I have never been prosecuted or forced to step down from a job, I might hesitate to run for office.
What is so sad is, the first accusation comes out and these entertainment bigwigs/politicians immediately claim it never happened, they don’t remember it and never met the accuser.
And then more accusations come in, like there is a line forming in the hallway.
And then their career goes the way of Bill Cosby.
Now, I would like to take a swing at Bill Cosby and his 54 rapes, but it suddenly occurs to me that I have a daughter.
So fuck that guy and his brother Russell.
Its almost upsetting enough to ruin my coffee.
I said almost, lets not get crazy.