MadDog Gets a Lube
Went for a massage today. My friend insisted. We rode about a thousand miles to someplace called Emmet. Apparently, massages are cheaper there.
I had a massage. (More about that later.)
After the massage, as my friend was paying (they don’t take plastic – HAH! I knew that all along – it was a ploy to avoid coughing up eighty bucks; I had no cash), I looked outside and saw a squirrel. Now, squirrels have to be the stupidest of rodents. Sure, they’re cute – all ruddy and furry with those bushy tails. But this is how a squirrel hides:
Is that stupid, or what? Ha ha, you can’t see me, ’cause I’m hiding – POW! I must have plugged a couple of hundred of these with my .22 when I was a kid. There’s not a lot of meat on them, but they are tasty. I don’t kill things to eat any more. I let somebody else do the killing and I just eat the stuff. On the day of reckoning, will the animals be less angry at me for that?
On the way home, we stopped for lunch at a Mexican Restaurant. I had a Modelo Especial (not so special – BUD with an accent) and Huevo Rancheros. In case you don’t know, That’s fried eggs, sunny-side-up, with salsa and cheese and other stuff on top. It was served with refried beans and rice. It was very tasty, but I can feel the cholesterol blobs floating around looking for a place to settle.
They had a cool Mexican hat – a sombrero, actually – hanging on the wall. I took a picture. Don’t ask me what Santiago Western means. The waitress explained, but I didn’t understand. I Googled it, but came away unenlightened. Anyway, here it is:
I’ll probably be off the air tomorrow. I’m going back to Hamilton to finish my time with Eunie, and Hans’s family. I gotta spend seven hours at O’Hare tomorrow waiting for my connection. Bummer.
If you’d like to read my (supposedly humorous and entirely fictional) Instructions to My Masseuse, go for it. However, if you are a tasteful and sensitive person, give it a miss. It is far from my intention to offend. Better safe than sorry.
Adios, amigo.
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