Date Night

Welcome to one serious Motherfucker of a Monday here at FYB. This has been Our First Day Back from one of the most fucking Bizarre Road Trips I have ever been a part of. It was one of those Road Trips You go on to Relax, but When You get Home You realize You did a ton of shit Accept Relax. Something to that Effect Anyways I Digress.

This Monday’s Post is DATE NIGHT by the Masters of the Macabre, The Oracles of Odd That’s Right it’s by Creeptoons. I was Saving this Dark Slice of Absurdity for a Particular Day, and that Day has most fucking Definitely Come. A Day as Surreal as it was Shitty shall We Say.

PLOT: An Argumentative Couple goes out for Dinner on Date Night, but things go awry, and the Cantankerous Couple end up Headed to Divorce Court.

Enjoy.

Thanks For Watching,

   Presented By Les Sober   

System Recovery

If you had a button to press in your life where you could go back to any different point, where would you go???? Who would you be with??? Where would you be going???

I’ve thought about this one quite a bit because of a dream I had today. It was really devoid of almost all detail. It was me and 3 other people whose faces I could not see running through a field.

In the past, I would have thought that these 3 people were some of the men I’ve dated, had relationships with from my past. At other times I thought these were people from the future. But the more I think about it and realize it does not matter where they come from.
It is just a dream and the main thing behind it is the happiness, the feeling of carefree, not trying to analyze the who/what/where/whens of the situation.

I do not know where I would push this button because every person who has crossed my path, well if I thought of them they each would have their own button in my heart. The only people whose buttons would intercept would be 2 hot guys from a threesome or people whom I had only met at a concert or on vacation. The people closest to me and my soul and my being and my heart well…….

There would be no one place….there would be innumerate multiple places.

I mean sure for selfish reasons, I might choose to go back to a place where I had tons of money or I had naivety in love. These might not be satisfying to me now though because everything changes. I’m sure if I could go back to when I was 18 I probably would bitch slap myself and start screaming, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU???!!!”. That actually might be fun as long as I didn’t scar the future me that is currently writing this schlep.

Honestly though this is probably a cop out but I would go back to one of my favorite concerts of all time (there have been several) and I would bring all of my closest friends throughout the years. And they would all get along. And run across the fields in bliss. It would be just like my dream. Only with audio.

 By SpaceDog