SpeedoMan cornered me again today in the front yard, damn him. If you’re wondering who SpeedoMan is go ahead and click categories on the left. He leaves me too weary to track back to former posts about him.
Anyways, he cornered me again, yap, yap, yapping about making sure I get the winter garden started on time.
But I just can’t be mean to him. I want to very much, I ache to be mean to him.
But I can’t.
I’ve told you my background, my crazy mother, how can anyone doubt that I believe that there is room in this world for everyone?
But with SpeedoMan I’m beginning to have my doubts.
The man saps my strength, drains it right out of me.
This guy is punishment for something I just know it. I must have done something really, really, bad at one time or another and now I’m stuck with SpeedoMan.
What can I say, the man makes me want to take drugs...heavy drugs...I want to smoke dope all day long and stay stoned.
What is it about this man, how on earth does he leave me in this condition?
I have been through times that were hell on earth and stayed strong, came out on top when others crumbled...and this horror of a man makes me want to give up...get stoned, drunk, whatever.
Speedoman is your Kyrptonite. ;)
Posted by: pam | September 13, 2005 at 01:25 PM
LOL I read every one of your speedoman stories and I think you should blog more about him!
Posted by: livey | September 13, 2005 at 08:27 PM
BeeBee, are you ever going to post pics of him??
Posted by: sarahk | September 14, 2005 at 01:53 PM
I'm convinced this man is my father-in-law.
Posted by: Key | September 14, 2005 at 02:13 PM
Pictures? Of, Speedoman? Oh...there has to be a law against that sort of thing. I hope there is such a law.
Posted by: Cerberus | September 15, 2005 at 01:27 AM