Super-creep

I have not been blogging in a long time, and rust of some sort has set in, I guess. More than rust, there has been some sort of communication breakdown - the desire to write does not seem to translate into a flurry of fingers across the keyboards...

Wishful conversations:

Super-creep, Take 1:

Friend: Some chicks think you are a super-creep.
Super-creep: Now isn't that interesting! I am wondering: what color briefs, or should they be G-strings, do I wear above my customized super-creep gear? Should I be the first cross-dressing super-creep? Should I wear anything at all?

My comment – For all the bling, bleach, and bluster - Neanderthals still exist!!

Sorry if I offended the sensitivities of the Neanderthals…

Cut!

:-)

Disclaimer: 'Friend' is not one of the Neanderthals. 'Friend' is one of the few people it is easy to have intelligent conversation with.