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  Off with Masks? On with Pants? By Steve Eskew ’Tis time to mingle among each other again. Time to grab our pants. Time to step away from our computers and dance on out the door––if our pants still fit.   Self-isolation? Talk about a blessing and a curse. Last year, my brother Skip’s far larger but much younger live-in girlfriend, Hortetta,   decided that the pandemic would be an excellent opportunity for them to isolate––from each other. Permanently. Though head over heels in love with his money, Hortetta had become horrified by the very thought of constant companionship with Skip himself. She feared that trapping herself with his company 24/7 would surely force her to kill him. A win-lose result since she was not in his will. As a guy who’s also been head over heels in love with Skip’s money for decades, I can bigly dig her greedy attraction. And, after decades of sibling friction, I can equally fathom her fantasy of killing him.   Ah, just kiddin’ Bro. Skip’s idiosyncrasies don’t e