"Check Out My Chrissy Behind..."

I've been thinking a lot over the last year or so about quantum mechanics/quantum physics and the application of it to the construct of what we perceive as reality. It can either be of enormous benefit to our person and our relationships or it can invoke havoc.

The accessibility and application of it in more mainstream culture is demonstrated in such films and books as "What the BLEEP Do We Know?" and "The Secret".

So, while I'm contemplating constructed reality, I've been gyrating and rubbing my bootie on various pieces of furniture (more so than usual) and pulling on my pecs all over the house (again, more so than usual) for the last 24 hours while singing:

"Sucking on my titties like you wanted me
Calling me, all the time like Blondie

Check out my chrissy behind
It's fine all of the time

Like sex on the beaches
What else is in the teaches of peaches?

Huh?

What?"

Jenny from Mama Drama sent me the below video and wrote: "Saw this and thought of you.

Partially I thought of you because of your propensity to bring down iconic wholesome tv characters with talk of boxing their scrotes, but mostly it was just because it's terribly wrong and fabulous...much like you.

Word to your mother.

~ Jenny"

"Terribly wrong and fabulous"??

I don't think that kinder words have ever been spoken...or written.

Jenny? How much do I love thee???

Lots.

How much do I thank thee???

Lots.

And even poor Will has been infected with my over-zealousness in imitating Miss Peaches. So, now we've united and are gyrating in unison and singing in chorus: "Check out my chrissy behind, it's fine all of the time."


Peaches - Fuck The Pain Away



Mayberry has never been the same.