My father’s avocado tree bore very little this year. I just ate the last
one. I think it’s time for him to get out there and plant some more
avocado trees. One isn’t enough for me to enjoy all the avocados I want.
Doesn’t he realize that? Whatever became of parental responsibility? At
87, he’s just grown lazy, that’s all – no longer any regard for his
hungry children. Does he think he can just sit back and let me fend for
myself?
Anyway, at least it’s Monday Night Midnight ****d Grill Night time again
(sans avocados – the lazy old bastard). I think George (incredibly ugly
dog) enjoys Monday nights more than I do. I let him run free through the
neighborhood because if anyone see him I can just say, “Oh, no! Sorry,
he must have slipped out since I left the door open – going in and out
so much.” – and, of course, he fits in with the festivities very well
since he’s ****d… although, I can’t get him to dance around the fire.
Chicken, this week – cause if I grill enough of it, I can have it, cold,
dipped in creamy horseradish sauce, for the rest of the week – delicious.
John
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