Today’s edition of Friday Folly is a deviation from me having fun at the expense of those with reduced brain cells. Today, it’s all about me. I need to make a confession of sort.
The thing is, as a God-fearing Christian, I am worried that one day my pastor would accidentally find my blog (the way he accidentally found that gay porn site) and read it, thus finding out that I am not who I said I am but more than what I said I am. I don’t want that! Heaven’s no! He mustn’t know that as he preaches in church, I stare at him while I distractedly wonder what I should blog about in my next post. Sorry Pastor.
Could you imagine him reading my blog about my boner on the massage table? My love for yoga pants? Or even my confessions about banging my friends? There are more, lots more. He just cannot read them!
I really hope that the God I serve has a sense of humor about all this. God you know that I’m happily married and won’t tap an ass unless I put a ring on it. I think I am a good guy. Today, I even held the door open for a lady who was walking behind me. Her being a hot blonde had nothing to do with it. Checking out her ass as she walked ahead of me was pure accidental and instinctive. It meant squat. No no, I don’t mean she got her hot ass from doing squats, I meant me checking out her bum meant nothing. So you see, I am a nice guy.
Some of you follow my blog and like what I write about. If you want to see this continue, then please don’t let my pastor know!