I get a phone call and the guy says “a mouth is a mouth”, he was saying that mouths were gender neutral. I disagreed with him but in these days , gender identity seems to be a problematic argument so I just told him “I don’t see it that way but you can. I’m sure it makes for fun barbecues when you’re playing spin the bottle”.

These phone anecdotes are pretty much true and I share them prior to them being distorted as to who said what. Still don’t know exactly why this same person keeps asking me these questions.

Or maybe he was just saying I got a pertty mouth……

I was reading that African Americans are 2.1 times more likely to contract COVID-19 and that Hispanics are 1.1 times more likely to contract the disease than non-Hispanic white Americans. I made the comment that I found it odd that Hispanics rates were that high given the reasoning for the high rates. It was due to poor diet and lack of physical exercise. My thought was since Hispanics are essentially poorer(less steaks more chicken and beans), in general, and work the harder more demanding jobs i.e construction and farm labor, that the rates would be lower than everyone else but before I could respond my neighbor from across the street chimes in and says because we are always running from the police. Normally I would find a dig like that funny but given that he was completely serious, I had to stop laughing and say “Oh, you’re serious” and then point to the fact that Hispanics are the least likely to commit a crime of any nationality according to the CDC and FBI statistics, at least major crimes, but so as not to hurt his feelings I did tell him that we are number 1 on illegal immigration, so as not to bring him down too much and give him a reason to live.

It was Sunday and I was laying down enjoying a lazy day and my Colombian girlfriend told me it was time to get up so we can go to church. I told her that it was my day off and that I would wait for her in bed until she got back. She laid her head on my chest and started to softly rub my arm, gave me a kiss on my chest. She said in the sweetest voice “come with me, like that we can be together in heaven too”. I said “We have to be together in heaven too!?” All I remember after that is more spanish words than I grew up with and my mom doesn’t speak English, thank god she was going to church so she could get some forgiving, didn’t know that there was that many dirty Spanish words in the Spanish language, and that the sermon wasn’t that bad.

There was a silver lining. During her berating of my questioning our afterlife, the certain things that I could pick up in her multiple rapid fire Spanish tongue lashing was that when she slapped my behind and told me to get up and to get ready, I told her alright, I have to take a shower, she said hurry up, we’ll take a shower together to save time. Alright, I’m starting to like Church. It didn’t save any time.

Another true story from my life

My wife, who was Colombian, had three ways to win an argument.

1. The soft tones with light touches and soothing glances
2. The quiet, lay her head down and let a tear roll down her face
3. The hahaha, where she would start by saying ha ha ha really loud and get into a 4 minute rant in Spanish which would go into something I did years ago and when you stop listening she ends it with “you are not even listening”.

In almost all instances I would agree to what she wants and she would then come up to me, give me a kiss, grab my head and push it into her chest (she was fully clothed, sometimes, and my wife). Then she would say, “go get breakfast while you’re at it”. The motor boating wasn’t always an option because sometimes I stood there waiting for it and she would just say, what are you looking at, vayase.

I was in Scotland for work. While there, two of us went out for dinner. We ordered the surf and turf. The waiter brought over our meal with a small bowl of liquid yellow stuff. We started to eat and dip the lobster into this yellow stuff and it immediately started to burn my throat a little. We looked at each other and we kept going. The waiter came over and asked if we needed anything and I told him that this butter tastes a little funny. He says that’s because it’s not butter, it’s liquid soap to clean your hands when you grab the lobster. Me and my friend look at each other and the waiter just looked at us like we were stupid and said did you not know that. One of us asked have you ever been to the United States. He said yes. Okay, that thing you were cleaning your hands with, that was butter. The waiter then asked do you want me to bring butter and I said no, but can you show me your finest bottle of windex to go with the meal.. We didn’t order anything else after that. I think we got labeled the snotty Americans because when we walked out, the bartender gave us the peace symbol backwards. True story.

I once liked a woman so much that when I ran out of conversation I told her “did you know that two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen makes water?”, she said “I have to go”. I just thought to myself, yep, that seems right.

“Look, every one of you hates every one of us, and we hate you right back. Let’s get at it.”

I wasn’t sure if to label this politics and put Biden/Harris and Trump/Pence on there or keep it a movie quote or put it in the fact of the day or thought of the day….

It really fits all categories…..

 

I get a phone call and the guy says “I own you”. At first I’m taken aback and say “what?!”. He then repeats it “I own you”. I just think for a minute and say “Alright, but I haven’t paid taxes in 5 years and I shit on the rug”.

(I was thinking about putting this in “fact of the day”)

A buddy asked me what I would do if I were in charge during the COVID-19 pandemic. I told him that I would have the unicorns kill the virus. He says there’s no such thing as unicorns and I tell him there’s no such thing as me being in charge either. I’ll be in charge, when there’s virus killing unicorns. I’m not even in charge of my bowel movements or dropping that landmine behind the dumpster would not have been my first choice.