An audio message from a friend:
A text conversation from another:
Him: You’re my favorite 47 year old!
Me: I can not understand that photo
Before we address your last statement…
It’s s line up of fat men.. OK, funny. Then, they’re all wearing Strong men outfits? Either way it’s unflattering, ergo funny.
They’re all old and making some grand gesture. Not seemingly at anything in particular. Maybe just presenting themselves?
Him: Pat you’re analyzing it at face value. You need to look “under the costumes” to understand the real meaning.
Me: But there’s the midget. Traditionally funny in its own right.
Him: Open your third eye dude!
Me: So they’re presenting the midget? And why is the midget looking in his pants like a surprised grandma on Christmas…. OK. I’ll take another look…
I’m not seeing it. I’m calling my shaman friend. He keeps saying I haven’t hit a good point in my life where I need iowaska.. This might be it…
Is it because they’re all presenting their gunts? It’s the midget (insert name), he’s adding a narrative that is more than a photo of fat performers that I just can’t seem to get my head around.
Him: Iowaska!! I was just listening to Duncan trussel and he was talking about it
Pat I will explain it to you
Him: These men are Gucci underwear models who have been put under a curse by a jealous sorcerer.
The men don’t know this, part of their curse is their inability to see what others see
Me: Totally laughing
Him: This explains their unbridled hubris
So, maybe the warlock was especially angry at one man for stealing his girl away, so he made him fat AND a midget. But made sure he was still aware of the change in his height, though not his fat
So that’s why he’s looking down his pants to his decreased phallus
Him: That’s probably true
I am glad you’re increasing in wisdom as you increase in age Pat
When it was warmer, Margo made me leave the middle school where Audrey had her swim practice to lay in the grass. I didn’t want to. Being old I just wanted to stand around and not get stuff all over my sweater, but she forced me. She’d lay her head on my chest and ask me all kinds of questions or pick shapes out of the clouds. When it got colder we stayed in, sprawled out on the floors of the hallway. Pulling our feet in when other parents or kids walked by. I liked that too. It seemed like the kind of surly, juvenile thing people did in “Breakfast Club”. We’d talk about how annoying Justin Bieber is, and the one girl in her school who’s always getting angry. I had a hard time giving that up when she saw a little boy from her school.