1.a person born of unmarried parents; an illegitimate child. or
2. a vicious, despicable, or thoroughly disliked person
neither of us was born with unmarried parents, and neither of us is thoroughly disliked or despicable. But we were without married parents for the majority of our lives, and we are occasionally bastards or at the very least have been called bastards on occasion. So with that combination, in my mind, which is undoubtedly the one that counts in this particular instance, me and my kick ass half brother are indeed bastards. Not just any bastards, but
THE BASTARD SONS OF ST. JOHN GREEN
ROYAL AND SOVEREIGN CITIZENS OF THE UNIVERSE
We also have a half sister Jessica, who I would really like to know some day, and somewhere out there another long long lost half brother who I expect I will never meet. Pappy was a busy man! a metaphorical Jonny apple seed spreading the gospel of germination through the magic of fornication. He added his own special sauce to Americas melting pot every time the cook wasn't looking and then scurried off into the night as if his ass was on fire...and for that I am grateful. He was a innovator, a harbinger of the worlds future. A vaginal visionary he was, perhaps we should all follow in his cooch steps? it's as if he was on a combination pogo stick turkey baster bounding across America frantically squeezing the bulb, juice flying everywhere in a mad capped game of semen roulette. "who will get the magic bullet! who's gonna be the lucky sinner tonight...red number seven! we have a sinner!" The mans schlong was like a heat seeking vagina missile. a virtual rainbird of life. Have I gone to far? is this rant over? It probably should be, but I start writing and this shit just flows out of my mind...what kind of person thinks of shit like this. I may be seriously demented.
PEACE!
PEACE!
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