No, it’s really none of my business. Honestly.

So, today, I have seen on the internet SEVERAL times the story about MacKenzie Phillips and her pops. 

Gotta tell you…I feel the need to shower…yeah, that dirty.

There are just somethings that don’t need to EVER be said, published discussed, drawn or mimed.  This would be one.

I have a hard time with the lack of decency in society.  I personally have lived my own episode (or two) of Jerry Springer…yet, I would like to think, this chick has reformed.

I don’t lay all my shit bare to folks.  I have a select few that I can and will talk to (ad nauseum) and will listen to. 

I have neighbors, friends, acquaintances, co-workers, lawn dude, etc., that will tell me the most personal, ridiculous stuff.  I mean PERSONAL.  what is that?  Do they not know they will become fodder for this here blog?  Do they not know I will mock them?  Ok, Ok, I may change their names or a detail or two, but surely they will see themselves out here.

Point is.  Don’t talk about stuff that is gonna make others go “Oh My!” and shuffle off.

• Don’t tell folks you willingly slept with your dad.  (eww, eww, and EWWW!!!)
• Don’t tell folks you would sleep with your mother if she wasn’t your mom.  (This was way gross!!!!)
• Or your brother.
• Nevermind about the sister, cousins, aunts, uncles….if it genetically linked, I don’t wanna know!!!
• Don’t tell folks you AREN’T sleeping with about your STD’s…it will get you uninvited to EVERYTHING.

Now, I am not a prude, I fly my freak flag proudly, but damn…I don’t wanna know about your bowel movements, monthly cycle, back acne, deviant practices (errr…..wait…).  Leave some of it at home. 

There are lots of these blogs out here, for creative and non-creative folks.  Everyone gets the chance to share their thoughts, feelings, desires, dreams, and it’s great.  Every once in a while, I will stumble onto one, read a few sentences, get that look on my face like I was sucking on a lemon and hit the “X” in the corner.  Ewwww….

For it to gross me out…that takes ALOT.  I mean ALOT!!!!

I got the sensibilities of an 18-year-old boy and the sense of humor of a 12-year-old.  I love dirty jokes, laugh at people falling, farting or burping.  You know, good clean humor. 

My dad used to tell me….“Steph, leave some of it to the imagination.”

The man was a genius.  And because of it…I have a great imagination.  So, you can skip the meaty parts of some stories, I can make it up .  All on my own.

If I need help, buh-lieve me….I will ask, then we can discuss.