I Wish...

I could tell you not one, but TWO funny stories.

But I can't.

Because I have been sworn to secrecy.  I will give you a hint, just to juice up your imagination.  One was about hooters, not the restaurant, but my own and those that go hoot hoot.  And the second was about skid marks.

*GACK*  I may have said too much already!  What's going to happen to me???

I'm going to be kicked out!  This was my dire warning!!!

Kicked out of what exactly?  I don't exactly know... a cult maybe?  Ooooo, wouldn't that be fun?  Me in a cult???  Oh man!  The ass kicking I could do there!  I could be all sneaky and seductive and scary and sanctimonious and, and, and... all those other s-words that may not be appropriate to include on this not so family friendly blog.

Irrespective of the fact that I have no earthly idea of what I'll be kicked out of, I'll heed the warning of those better than me... wait... there is none better than me.  Ok, I'll heed the warning of the lesser peons that I find amusing and entertaining and therefore have some wish to keep around.  I.E. I'm  not telling you the stories.

Well...  not here... if you really want to know... maybe I can dish to you on the DL (that's down low to those of you not up on the acronyms and for those of you who don't know what the down low is... I just can't help you).

Oh oh oh!  I must go!  I'm about to spill it!