The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
How Do They Know?
by Regis Boff
I get nervous when I watch the evening news. Commercials come on out of the blue warning me of the dangers of taking a pill that would give me a fifteen-hour erection. Are these people reading my mind or my wifes? Do they think, that we think our sex is better than our dinner?
Then it’s my wife’s turn. A woman is being dragged by an animated bladder to the nearest toilet because urine has seized control of her hard fought for female liberation. Of course, at lunch, her wise, wholly attractive and registered pharmacologists friends come to her rescue during salads with a little purple pill. Feminism restored, zip, zip, zip.