Impropriety is the soul of wit.-W. Somerset Maugham
I posted this quote on my Facebook author page on Wednesday morning. My buddy Duncan piped in that I must be a very witty woman. I agreed that yes, I most certainly am. I’m too old to worry about being proper. I am, when I need to be. Most of the time I’m not. I like a good dick joke. Burping and farting make me laugh like a hyena. I watch Family Guy, American Dad, King of the Hill and every damn movie that Will Ferrell is in. I think Seth Rogen and Paul Rudd are gods because they are juvenile comedic geniuses. I have a dirty, whorish mouth that should be washed out with soap. On a daily basis.
Last week, Renaissance Biker Dude walked by my office, threw open the door and screamed the word slut at me. He shut the door, and continued his jaunt down the hall. In my shock, I bent over and hit my head on my desk. Then laughed till I had a seizure (kidding). He sauntered past my door a few minutes later. With a devilish grin on his face he flipped me off. I swear I did nothing to provoke him. Okay, maybe I did. A few days before this incident…
I’m learning that the improper things that happen in my life are what make for good writing. So please act a fool when you’re around me. PLEASE! I’ll be sure to join in the fun. Who the hell am I kidding? I’ll probably start the idiocy.
Yes. Yes, I do want to be that woman Will is French kissing. I do. Don’t you judge me!
Happy Thursday my dears.