Diff'rent Stokes...(no missing 'r')

Now that the fine geralisssimo Lady C has canged her mind for the uku-billionth time on the complete monster that the bathroom has become, I will tell ya why.

'Cause you girls get to give life.

I think I wrote about it before, 'bout why it is we males of this big blue marble in da middle of the blackness do what WE do.

We aint the life givers.

So we have to prove our worth by doing all kinds of inane, insane things to bring ourselves up to the status of the life-givers. We go out and race cars, work to the bone, get into fisticuffs, struggle to out-do the Jones', ride bigger and more stoke inducing waves, ...all because we can never be or could ever handle, the life giving process. We will fret and flaunt the maleness that is driven in deeply between the gonads that tend to run our 'other' head, but really, we can't be of the stature of the life producers.

No way, no how, cant do it.

We can shove that bravado out our arse till the cows come home, but deep down, we know, we have to do SOMETHING to elevate our meager exsistence to the others level. Might as well quit now, boys, it aint gonna happen.

So that begats(?) the right to change ones mind uku-billion times.

And I will hem and haw, but you got the right.

(uku means "alot")

So i will defer again, to the giver of life, the spawner of tax-burdens and breaks, yet again.

And I, as a male hormone challenged dooofus, will hunt down another yet fleeting moment of bravado, excitemnet and exhiliration. And that wont measure up one iota to your gift.

That tease of a wave, that fact is to lead off again to hunt another, yet better, more tempting, alluring wave. All just trying to prove my worth.

No keeeding this time (trimuph the wonder dog)

I am going a wave hunting for a skoshi (small) time, and come home to more.....

Changes of the mind.

It's all good.

Aloha.

Im getting wet.

(not that kind, damnit)

Sheesh! cant take you guys anywhere.

Okay, Aloha, fo' real.