I wore my depends for nothing. I did not snort laughter out of my nose. I did not have tears of joy rolling down my face and I sure as hell didn’t have the uncontrollable farts you get when laughing too hard.
Now I know why 90% of the audience were over 75 years of age. I’m not saying he was a total bore, I did smile and even laughed on occasion. It was disappointing that he wasn’t dressed in drag like I thought he would be. I think the problem I had was the mumbling and the fact that he talked about the same subject for two hours. I’ve watched at least 6 videos from you tube and I thought he was funny then but he didn’t talk about anything I had seen.
All in all it was a great evening and I had a great time. I even got a very nice compliment from Keyser. He said that my blog was looking good and I have evolved since I started blogging . I’ve evolved alright, Keyser, into a perimenopausal judgemental bitch who doesn’t give a fuck about anything. It gives me depth. There’s something about metro sexual men, Mmmm…sexy…must be the go-tee with a dash of grey. Next time we’ll leave Sissy at home and really give Mrs N. something to think about.
