The musings of a madman...

  [ Phlip Note : this is a collaborative effort, cowritten by Mr. Ssippi ] Nobody:   Me: “Shouldn't the Brady Bunch DAUGHTERS have another last name other than Brady?”   We came to this conclusion through extensive research that Carol made Mike adopt all three kids.   It worked out well as she had poisoned her daughters against their biological father and wanted to make sure that she and the girls had new surnames to make it difficult to find them. She'd run from the very concept of that flawed man she had married and left behind in a former life with no intention of revisiting.   Mike Brady had a small inkling of what Carol and the girls had endured before their blended family came together, but he never got all the details. He didn't want to put Carol through the torture of rehashing those years for the benefit of his curiosity.   He was from the old school, where trauma was best left undiscussed and in the past. The erstwhile untold truth was that she killed he

  “Aye, whatchu got going on next weekend?” That is probably one of the most dangerously vague questions one can ask an individual like me.   The answer will depend PURELY on the remainder of information I am yet to have been provided. I’mma play along, though… “Nothin’ much…   Pinching pennies since we’re a single-and-a-quarter income household during the summer months when Wife Person™ doesn’t do summer school.”      There…   That should tell the person asking me that if they expect anything social to be taking place, that it had better dammit be free or they expect to pay for it.   Makes sense, right? “Well check, you think you can get away for a minute?   I am being invited to this lil timeshare presentation.   They gon’ put me up and feed me while there and say I can bring one guest with me.   I figured you might wanna get away for a weekend if shit is all paid for.   She can ask my wife, SHE can’t come with because her aunt is in town.” [ Phlip note : something told me