Alright…so I’m back
from helping out a friend who had surgery two weeks ago. I left the place in the capable hands of
co-blogger Proof thinking that he would “site-sit” while I was away and what do
I find? The header to my blog has been
changed to inform readers that Political Clown Parade now has more testosterone
and pirates! And it’s no coincidence
that Proof managed
to acquire an almost identical header.
I suspect Proof, who
was given the keys to the liquor cabinet in my absence, threw in with renowned
scalawag Grunt of Monte
Cristo and Earl of Taint in a feeble
attempt to hijack the place.
What evidence do I
have? Grunt left
clues in the comments section saying, “I think we're really going to have
to follow through on our threats this time, Proof. I've been holding back with
that substitute PCP header featuring Curmudge wearing nothing but latex, but
this might be the time to go all in.”
When I opened the
door I found the floor littered with liquor bottles and empty beer cans and
peanut shells all over the floor. Then a
topless maid service showed up to clean up the mess. They said Proof gave them a call and charged
my credit card. Damn son!
What has four wooden
legs and hangs out at the bar at my place?
If you answered a barstool, you’ve apparently never partied with a pack
of pirates. While Proof is not a
well-known pirate like Captain Kidd, Henry Morgan or Blackbeard he fancies
himself a yellow beard with black boots.
He surmises that if, as the saying goes, blondes have more fun then
blonde pirates are certain to have a shipload more fun.
In this screen grab
from the security camera strategically positioned at Casa de Curmudgeon’s bar,
you can see “Yellowbeard with Black Boots” enjoying some 25-year-old scotch
incessantly repeating the words “Aargh” and “Matey” to one of the sinister squirrels
that plaques me.
The war I have waged against the vermin horde of squirrels has suffered a setback because Proof let
those bushy-tailed bastards get drunk with him.
I’ll get you for this Proof!
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