Litterbugs, Dead Ducks, and Joanne Worley

Babydoll, where do we start today?

OK, WHY is there so much litter in Hudson?

I mean, there ARE garbage cans.

The best part is when you find a dozen candy wrappers outside of one of the local delis, just a few feet from the garbage can.

I'm sure it's the kids in the neighborhood, because the litter is usually Swedish fish wrappers, Neco wafers, etc.

Unless it's those tweeking gay boys at 5 am, looking for their sugar fix.

At some point, we'll have to start a "Don't be a Litterbug!" campaign in the elementary school to reach the kids.

Right now, I got other things on my list...

This morning, I was out walking my dog, she pooped, and I needed something to pick it up.

LUCKILY, there was a FUDGICLE wrapper on the ground. I used that. I felt it was appropriate.

True story.

Speaking of Swedish fish, today I have to write a letter to that restaurant, DA|BA and tell them that I won't eat there until they take "Foie Gras" off the menu.

There are only a few places in this country that produce foie gras, one of them is here in the Hudson Valley, Hudson Valley Foie Gras. Foie gras is by far one of the most cruel forms of animal torture.

Here are some photos from Hudson Valley Foie Gras.






Thank you, DA|BA for putting that on my plate.

The one time I went to DA|BA, they first served us this little "amuse bouche" on a small plate.

I said "what's that?"

The waitress said, "It's a foie gras mousse.."

I'm like, "No thanks."

Maybe it's me.....

I mean, I'd much rather eat ass than enlarged diseased goose liver. At least the ass I eat is alive and moving.

Sometimes....dating hasn't been that great, lately...

Speaking of ass-eating, I think I was invited to a party today. The host could have been drunk when he invited me, so maybe not.

I have no idea why people invite me into their homes.

It's such a mistake.

Especially here in Hudson.....

There's usually a gaggle of gay men in the corner talking about mortgage interest rates, traffic, or the latest home decorating project.

(BTW, in case you didn't know "gaggle" is the collective noun I use for gay men. Although technically, it's a VILLAGE of gays...according to Wikipedia...who knew? I think "village of gays" is stupid. How about an 'orgy of gays'?.....either 'orgy' or 'gaggle'. Much better.)

Anyway, the gaggle of gays at the parties are sometimes very La-Di-Dah, very lock jaw.

"Then, I told my contractor, I couldn't POSSIBLY have black granite countertops. I mean, REALLY...."

Meanwhile, I'm in the other corner, with the few poor souls who listen to me, telling jokes about RIM JOBS and COCK SUCKING as if I were Joanne Worley on Laugh Inn. YUK-YUK-YUK ....WOOO-HOOO!!

Me, a gay vegan version of Joanne Worley....

.....and I wonder why I'm single....

OK, how do I wrap this blog post up?

I have no idea. It's a little rambling today, huh?

Where am I going with this?

OK, FAT NAKED PEOPLE!!!!!

That's always a good place to land!

Here ya go!

What was this guy thinking?

"Oh, I'll just wear my THONG today...and get the newspaper."

This is why people need a mirror next to their door. Look at yourself before you leave the house. Please.

On that note, have a good weekend!