Batter Up Bitch

We just finally stopped laughing after Muabladar nearly pissed himself. It's all fun and games till somebody wets the nylon couch and you have no idea how hard it is to dry crap out inside a cave.

Seems 'ol Possum Head, that failed lifequard formerly know as Bojangles, tried to get all up on some other gal's grill last week and wound up getting the heave-ho for her trouble.

Normally I'd pay good money for a chick fight but somehow this one just put me off my cheetos.

We all knew something had happened that wasn't kosher and then somebody said that sneaky long story place actually told the tale of the taller, fatter, older skank and her failed attempt at fisticuffs. The shrubber hasn't been reading much news lately so it seemed like a good idea to check in and see if all the chatter was for real.

Total bonzai boomerangin', jaw droppin', slap your thigh and laugh out loud for real  as it turned out. Usually we just laugh under our breaths since I can't risk some dumbass getting the wrong idea and screwing up my sweet GOB job for me so I have to go find some other way to pay for beer and snacks.

Seems this teeny weeny gal Mindy over at the easy reading place came in to work and invited gigantasorus 'ol Possum Head to visit with her in the office when things went south in a hurry for big 'ol Possum Head's foray into local politics. Forsooth.

Nobody seems to know what really happened but the end result was that the police got involved and the monstrously huge 'ol Possum Head got her ass kicked out of the easy reading place for taking a swing and a miss with two strikes and nobody on base.

Guess whooooo?

Game over.

Seems kinda odd that some grotesquely huge broad could have any trouble at all swatting an itty bitty little gal like Mindy but word has it that leviathan-like 'ol Possum Head has poor eyesight or something.

Hell maybe she was just drunk, it happens.

Like I remember once sipping a cold one and causing enough trouble to get my ass kicked too, but that's a whole other story for another time.

So the blind drunk abnormally large old goat got herself an escort to the door and was politely asked not to return by the burly dudes from out back who  tossed her onto her head in the street outside the easy reading place.

I guess she's lucky she didn't have to snack on her own teeth that day since the folks over at the easy reading place are just plain too nice to do a thing like hit back or something.

I wonder if we've heard the last of that chapter but one things for sure, if that monstrous freak of  were the one draining out my bed pan I'd be thinking about a new IHSS worker for sure.