Culture on the Cheap
Happy Father’s Day From New York Shitty!
Yesterday morning I left Chez Shitty on a mission: to find an appropriate image for today, Father’s Day. Sure enough on Wythe Avenue I found it!
Albeit not for the reasons you think, dear readers; as it would happen Pa Heather has developed a certain fixation on this, the latest sex scandal casualty to blight our fair state. So much so that he saw fit to take it up the matter with me when I called him on his birthday earlier this month.
PREFACE/ASIDE: My father is retired, as his is brother. The latter has apparently made it his habit to read news early in the morning, get angry and call my father to give his two cents about what he has read. This, in turn, gets my father angry and shit rolls downhill.
Pa Heather: My brother called me this morning. He thinks this guy is your Congressman.
Me (tired and not prepared): I don’t think so.
You should know— he’s an asshole!
After coming to the realization that the previous bears an uncanny similarity to what comes out of my own mouth on any given day I assured my father that my Congresswoman is Nydia Velzaquez and as far as I know she has never Twittered her “bits”. He seemed satisfied with this answer.
This post is for you Pa Heather.* Had I not inherited your gift of gab (and been given a rather extensive primer in profanity from you), this web site would not exist!
*And uncle Frank.