Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Squeeze the Fat out of the Snake ...... why don't ya?


Today, my father & I went "affirmative look-seeing", we were actually doing some reconnaissance. Ok, ok, nothing cloak & dagger ............ smiles. I must admit that whenever I am in my Dads company we always seem to have a hearty laugh. He really knows how to get me chortling from the depths of my stomach. Allow me to quickly give you some insight as to where & how todays Title came about ............ lol, lol, lol!

My Dad is the owner of a Cobra Motorcar which he thoroughly enjoys entertaining himself with, quite sweet to see him driving it actually, with his sparse hairs on his head, (which I try and intimidate to grow by planting a kiss on his bald patch every so often - lol), he looks soooo young and care free and I know it gets his adrenalin pumping. Oh, how I love you my Daddy-Birdie - smiles.

Anyway, where was I, aaaaaah yes - we were returning from our reconnaissance on our way back to the "grindstone" - work, when we drive past a house (my Dad has seen that the owner of the house is also the proud owner of a Cobra Motorcar - Dad has never met the Owner), so Dad pipes up and says - "Damn, I can never get to see this Gent and Squeeze the Fat out of the Snake", so you guessed it I start laughing hysterically and my Dad's begins laughing as well. I then say, "Dad, what did you just say?" and he says " I would love to Squeeze the Fat out of the Snake with that Gent", he stops laughing and looks at me as though I have just said that the Moon is made of Cheese. The penny then drops in my mind and I then put two and two together and get five. What my Dad was actually saying was that he would love to sit down and and compare notes and chat (Squeeze the Fat out of) with a Fellow Cobra (the Snake) Motorcar Owner.

I enjoyed his expression so much I had to share it with you all ............... isn't it funny how something so trivial to most people can actually just make the rest of my day brighter. Thank you for making me laugh today Daddy-Birdie, you have no idea how you touch my soul.

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