So last night, I’m in the midst of enjoying some garlic wings, cold beer and the tactical retardedness of this season’s survivor players, when my phone rings. It’s my mom. (just so’s you know, she reads my blog).
Me: What’s up?
Her: Who is uh VIT uh bull?
Me: Um…he’s kind of an internet friend.
Her: Have you met him?
Me: No, but I’ve seen him dance.
Her: What?
Me: Nevermind. He’s one of the funniest and most disturbing people i know or know of even. You could go to his site and see who he is.
Her: Really?
Me: Yeah. It’s avitable.com, but… (Oh dammit. Now the disclaimer). He’s funny in a twisted way ma. I mean, he’s a Duke Law grad, he owns his own business that doesn’t involve donkey porn (directly or that I know of), and he’s apparently pretty successful. But I better warn you. You are just as likely to read something funny and / or disturbing as you are to see a video of a guy screwing a boa constrictor, someone masturbating a dolphin, or worse.
Her: (silence).
Me: So…is dad watching the Sox game?
(Inside, I secretly hope she looked. If for no other reason than to see whether she had the restraint to avoid watching today’s little contribution to world of things that scar folks for life).
What say you?