I’ve spent my fair share of time at truck stops when traveling. Often to just go in, use the bathroom, buy a soda and head out. Never once, that I recall, have I been hit on. Maybe I just don’t make for good road meat. Maybe I’m not desirable in a “let me show you the inside of my cab” way… I mean, I remember back to when I was younger and at a rest area with my folks – a guy woofed at my Dad and I had no idea what was happening… This would have been roughly 14-15 years ago… And I remember BSing with my Dad about how weird that guy was (and really, it was only because the guy was fucking HOT and I wanted to talk about him as much as possible *sigh*). Apparently, back in those days – my Dad was Bear-bait and I didn’t know it… and now that just makes me feel all kinds of creepy.
Jumping off in another direction – we went to see Alice in Wonderland the other day. I’ll state for the record, I am a fan of Tim Burton films – so this one was… well – a Tim Burton film. It was visually appealing (and 3d) the characters were almost as overblown as the visuals, and it had a good spirit to the film. It’s nothing as groundbreaking and new as some of his earlier films – but hey, he has a style… and at least it wasn’t Planet of the Apes. Now, as far as Tweedle-Dee and Dum… I’m not saying that I’d enjoy watching an animated porn of the two of them in an incestuous relationship – but what I am saying is that I wouldn’t NOT watch that porn if it did exist.
And one more thought for the road: this is my favorite time of year to live in Michigan. The weather is getting warm enough for both shorts and coats… which means soon enough – the chubs will be out in full force, not covering themselves with layers upon layers, but opening up my field of vision to more ass-crackery and bottom-bellyage than even a lecherous sow like myself can handle (which is physically impossible). I look forward to once again being able to catch a glimpse of skin and make that little inappropriate clicking noise out of the side of my mouth that strangely, many people make towards squirrels (and I make towards chubs). Which makes sense seeing as when I’M making that noise – I want to give them my nuts.
And with that, the strip has come full circle.