jellotale

beautiful night last night... irriidescent moon with deep blue backdrop being flashily covered by billowy racing clouds, this being observed while on my back in my japanese soaking tub being comforted by its hotness and gina my wife and my other luv lydia vodka martinis, cigars, naked women,
and a splendid night

so after we were fully hydrated from immersing ourselves... we were inside all in towels... lydia wants to watch six feet under but due to tech problems we can only watch on a teeny tiny tv or in our room so she says let's watch it upstairs on your bed i'm thnkin' in my head ok...she says what? I've slept in your bed i'm thnkin' i know... she still lookin at me... she says I slept on your side... i'm thinkin' you want to again?....

now it didn't go any farther than that... but if i didn't know any better, but maybe it was the ketel one... maybe she just might want to join gina and... no no no... maybe?

but then of corse earlier we were walking back from amoca a very cool and new museum in pomona that was showcasing voulkos ceramics... now don't send comments, (like anybody reads this anyways) this is suicide girls, not hedonistic white guys who like exotic women, but my son was saying wouldn't it be cool if they made cigars that when you sucked on them custard came out? REALLY HE SAID THIS so if you don't know me my mind goes to the obvious place and I said: those are called penises...My son whose name will be omitted to protect the innocent went ew, gross and went merrily up the street nuthin' more (so no letters) SO.... i relayed this to gina and lydia, gina was nonplussed she knows my sense of humor... lydia was surprised: really? you really said that? no! really Gimme some of that custard filled cigar and she took it from me took a puff cooing mmmmmm... alright what am i to think?