You'll Hee-Haw Over This

Okay this is just a gratuitous picture of Julie Roberts and has nothing to do with this post other than that she played a call girl in the movie Pretty Woman. She could have been the inspiration for the Roy Orbison song of the same name, but I really can't be sure.

So, on with our little tail (not a misprint).

I think this guy must have been what Jagger and Richards were writing about in that song of theirs. You know the one. Beast of Burden? Yeah, that's it.

A love-lorn lad in Zimbabwe, of all places, says he hired a prostitute, took her home and the next morning woke up with a donkey. Sounds a little like that scene from The Godfather where the guy wakes up next to a horse's head. Our guy didn't wake up with just the head. He woke up with the whole ani-mule.

This is the story our friend Sunday Moyo told after being charged with beastiality. Big surprise, right? He testified in open court that the prostitute "transformed" into a donkey overnight. I tell you this guy has it much worse than Kenny Chesney who went home one night at 2 with a 10 but in the morning woke up at 10 with a two. Oh, yeah.

And, the guy says he's still in love with the donkey.

Man, I guess one might say that some guys will do anything for a piece of ass.

If I were him I would have just burro-d my head under the covers and hoped for the whole thing to go away.

My Back Pages - October

Well, folks, I read seven (count 'em) seven books in October. One I didn't finish but even at that I hit the magic number 50 I estimated for myself by the end of the year. The six books I successfully waded through were, firstly, What Happened, Hillary Clinton's book on her bid for the Presidency. I''m a bit of a political junkie so I get off on this stuff but still it kinda struck me as one long whine over losing. Next up was the excellent Canyon of Dreams: The Magic and Music of Laurel Canyon. Laurel Canyon was the fabled area outside of Los Angeles where many musicians and artists lived. Known as a 60s enclave, the book takes a look at just who lived there over the last 80 years. A fascinating read. Next up was Lightfoot, a biography of Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot. He may have been responsible for some iconic folk songs but he was also quite the womanizer and boozer. Enough said. Then I read Dan Brown's new tome Origin, the fifth ...

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! ...

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

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