Pow-wows, Pirates and Priests

Always nice to have a fun, eventful day especially one where I could cut class yet again :P I know, it's become quite a bad habit!

Pow-wows

Cutting class always means finding something utterly selfish to do for myself since I've always been a serious advocate of 'what's wrong with breaking another commandment?'

And nothing could possibly be more wickedly decadent than meeting up for a desperately expensive luncheon with my fashionista cousin, Lispy Lori, to catch up on scandalous family issues, celebrity gossip and the latest trends. Oddly enough, the country is littered with scores of my relatives and it's pretty hard to keep up which entails regular pow-wows to catch up on the news ( apart from our monthly email newsletter ). Laughed over one of my younger cousin's vain attempts in hiding an older and seemingly ineligible beau from her mama's uncompromising gaze and bitched about another uncle's latest fad in naming his unfortunate child some obscure and unpronounceable name full of zs and ys. Practically screaming to be beaten up during recess, I'm sure.

Oh yeah, not to mention checking out the local male merchandise during our coffee break when we gleefully manwatched from the advantageously-placed glass windows of DOME Cafe - awarding points for style, pizzazz and the best ass. And of course which man's actually available for her. Gay Central - perhaps Do Me Cafe - is certainly right.

Pirates

Saying goodbye to Lispy Lori - who has never gotten over the queer little lisp she had as a child, and which she claims has her adoring paramours swooning in her wake - I headed over to Neverland, or as some would call it, Pirate Central. With the tyrannical authorities making draconian sweeps around the city trying to cull the parasitic pirates, it has made it even more difficult to sniff them out. Fortunately with Charming Calvin's vaguely sinister connections which dredged up a torn-up treasure map, I managed to discover several seedy shacks still delivering pirated booty.

Rather than loud jollifications with kegs of Tiger Beer and karaoke music, the long-suffering pirates weren't all that happy that day since the heavy-handed authorities have clearly made a dent on their once flourishing trading routes. One of the stoic pirates - of the younger, hunkier, tie-dyed blond locks sort - sighed dramatically when approached and sang me a passionate song full of woe and betide till I gave in and crossed his palm with pieces of silver for barter.


Pirate at rest...
Although I'm somewhat a raging zealot when it comes to intellectual rights and senseless plagiarizing, I'm also fervently opposed to most forms of censorship, especially of the pseudo-benevolent Big Brother sort. Please, we are not all naive children who are easily swayed slightest hint of immoral sex, gratuitous violence and undemocratic politics. Lecherous profiteering privateers the pirates may be but they are also offering a tempting slice of heaven without restriction.

Which is why I'm wholeheartedly supporting the unfettered pirates till the inflexible martinets learn to wield their censorship scissors with some glimmer of sense and thought. Help Save the Pirates!

Priests

Seems like these days my wicked perversions can even sway a priest. Witness the dramatic change of Charming Calvin from a virtuous philosophical soul to a degenerate of the second order ( takes time to get to the first! ) who willingly participates in deviant perverted acts in public squares. Soon I'll be able to break out my candles and leather.

Paul's Polluted Presence, I call it.