Read My Lips - the blog

Oh, no . . . now this is ugly

As I said before, I was a bit down, maybe it was the fact that my visitor count seems to have been falling of late, but then the Blogosphere also seems to have been slow everywhere. So, I was just chillin', watching nothing in particular flickering across the TV screen as my thoughts drifted off to George knows where. I was smoking a cigarette, or more exactly, holding a smoldering cigarette as my aforementioned thoughts were somewhere in the ethosphere of ponderville™.* I came to my senses to notice that a very long ash was hanging most gingerly from the end of my cigarette and was moving it slowly toward the ashtray when, yes, you guessed it, it fell off. Well, guess where it ended up? Man, are you swift today, because you are right. It fell right into your favorite navel, the one you come here nightly to read about. Do you know how hard cigarette ashes are to get out of a navel? A lot harder than getting Wicked Willie™ to think about anything besides sex, I can tell you that. I have doused said navel into some water, applied some soap, scrubbed with a wet piece of terry cloth, and yet, I still think I can see some tiny vestiges of cigarette ash down in that navel. That concludes this rather ugly report on the condition of my navel.

*I figured I had better trademark that one quickly in case Lileks came a'callin'. ;)