A Bit of Nonsense
Thursday, Nov. 13, 2008 at 8:12 a.m.
Hey, y’all! Actually, I should say, Hey, all y’all. It’s the proper Southern way. And speaking of proper Southern way, Roll Tide Roll! After all, Alabama football is #1 again after so many years. Yep, God, Momma and Football. What a tradition.
Anyway, it has been confirmed that I’ve broken at least one rib and I’ve broken the cartilage to my sternum and my ribs along my left side. So I’m currently creaking through my days, very afraid to sneeze (that’s the worst) and taking Advil PM™ so I can sleep at night without feeling every twinge every time I move.
Right now I’m half-watching-listening to a docu called Mad Frank: Britain’s Most Dangerous Criminal about Frankie Fraser. What a strange guy. Does he have the same sort of cult following like Charlie Manson does? I really should be paying more attention; right now Frankie is talking about how he got birched in prison but liked to retaliate with his own punches and throwing bodily fluids. Yikes.
On a different note, I’ve found that I most often get hits from Google™ searched for “Weela Gallez”, who was a comedian, but there is precious little about her on the internet. She did at least two albums, Get Gay with Gallez, and the seminal My Turtle’s Dead!, the cover of which has been previously shown on this blog:
Does anyone out there have any information about her? It appears that she has died, but there’s not much. No Wikipedia entry, at any rate.
So the Hubster and I were out to lunch this past weekend at a Mexican place called El Penasco, and of course there was the prerequisite ranchera music was playing, and the Hubster prompted this conversation:
Hubster: So what do you think the translation of these lyrics are?
Valkyrie: Ummmm . . . let’s see. How about: I have a dancing penguin / We have lots of fun / We go down to the Galapogos / And drink lots of rum.
Hubster: Really? I think it’s: I have syphilis / And I gave it to all my friends.
Valkyrie: That’s not funny, that’s sick!
Of course, I was laughing so hard that I aspirated penasco queso into my right sinus which at least burned out all the crap in there, but at the price of it being so painful that I nearly punched the Hubster. However, the rest of the day was given over to us talking about syphilitic, rum-soaked penguins so it all turned out okay.