hairy mammal monthly

ATTN: FIRST TIME READERS...BEGIN AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE AND READ UP...CHRONOLOGY IS IMPORTANT! *author's note on this blog: this is intended to be an anthropological study and is as objective as i can make it...it is not an attempt to ridicule but only to chronicle...i only put myself in the stories because it is absolutely necessary, but try as much as possible to keep my opinions to myself...i have chosen this subject because of his gregariousness and proximity...

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

hello mammal lovers...i thought before i begin a new installment i should mention that i do not see the mammal much these days so the paragraphs are few and far between...and as some of you understand and many do not, these stories cannot be forced, so be patient my faithfuls!...

a few weeks ago i awoke on a weekend morning to the mammal in his boxer briefs...i know, i know, it is not the first time and certainly not the last...however this time there was company, a few ladies who spent the night the previous evening...therefore yours truly, trying to convey some modicum of civility, yelled at the mammal, "[mammal] put on some fucking pants!"...the mammal responded in his usual manner and tone, "this is my house i can wear whatever i want!"...the girls, intrigued but not impressed, began imploring mammal to do the same, (while making light of his ample and mal-formed chest hair)...but of course he would not...the mammal, it seemed, needed attention...he began by playing "high enough" by the damn yankees and singing every word, and followed that up with "the winds of change," by the scorpions...(which a week previous he played for these same ladies who begged him to refrain...he responded by playing it acoustically on his guitar and forcing the issue...singing the lines, "down to gorky park!" with much gusto (which i must admit i did enjoy))...however, this present morning it was simply a ploy to annoy the three of us...after this, he put on "the moon and new york city" and began jumping on his bed and doing karate kicks...i did not see these sophomoric maneuvers because i was busy in my bedroom, but when i came out i was greeted by the lingering essence of the mammal's pungent body odor...(the ladies tipped me off to his other shenanigans)...feverishly i tried to assemble all my stuff and take one of the ladies on a hasty retreat as mammal put on love song after love song along with some reggae-tone...horrified, sickened, and exhausted i finally escaped the madness and made it safely uptown in time to see some playoff football...i know not what happened to the other lady not lucky enough to escape the mammal's clutches...