Whippy Leaks

This must be the Dark Stuff.

Today's episode of Whippy Leaks.

Former Catholic Brother Edward Mamo. Picture: David Smith Source: Herald Sun

I might be a little bit rude from time to time, but this guy taught me all a 10 year old boy could possibly want to know about being rude. 

It's a bit young to be introduced to S & M- but then they say Hell is for Children. 

It puts a jag on your brain for life.  (I can see now where the Whippy-Leaks joke came from.  We all have our ways of dealing with this shit.  This must be mine.) 

Strange days indeed; most peculiar, Momma...

Tomorrow will be better.

Fallout...

It was so windy in Mount Gambier the other day- my hat blew off whilst crossing a busy intersection.

There it sat, my poor hat, in the middle of the busy cross intersection, getting run over by cars...& there was nothing I could do to save him.

Not a thing. I simply couldn't get to her.

It reminded me of Brautigan's 'Sombrero Fallout'.

My hat, sitting there in the middle of the intersection in the centre of town- trouble waiting to happen.

That seemingly innocent accoutrement had the potential to wreak havoc.

If I did not act & quick- the town might be thrown into chaos.

I decided to at least TRY to get close to him, so I crossed once, then a second time, and as I proceeded toward a place where I thought I could get to the hat...

the wind blew him to my feet.

Just like magic.

I fiddled with the wire brim, dusted her off, & despite the trauma, he was good as new.

Pretty tough, me and my hat.

All three of us.

LOVE IS...

For a great number of men, 'Love' is actually quite simple.

Love is whomever will go to bed with us.

Don't complicate matters by asking if this is really Love- or we might do our second favourite thing and hit you.

(PS: our first favourite thing is drinking.)