Well, here we are again!
Finish the sentence Friday is here. I'd thought about skipping this one and really taking a day off. But, since the only blog posted on my site this week came from my cat, Gabriela, I have to remember my obligations. So, let me get to it!
Let it be kept in mind that I'm watching the final "Resident Evil" movie "Retribution" while I'm attempting to accomplish this. So, if I seem somewhat spaced out at times, you'll know it's because I'm staring at and dreaming of a magnificent fantasy that includes myself and Milla Jovovich!
You see, Milla and I have had a long relationship. She represents everything I'd want in a woman. Not only can she kick anyone's ass that decided to make fun of my writing, but she'd look great doing it! And yes, I recognize that I have nothing to offer her, and really can't even tell you a thing about her personal life. Still, we must enjoy fantasies wherever we can find them.
Even my cat Faletame is stroking his whiskers and giving me a high five on this one!
Gabriela's saying, "Hey Faletame, thanks to the vet, you couldn't do anything with her if you wanted!"
What a bitch!
Oh, yes, it's finish the sentence Friday! I had been slightly detracted, thinking about Milla. Sweet Milla! Such a lean, mean, fighting machine that looks so good in spandex and latex. I mean, there's really not that many ladies that look good holding a gun! But with Milla, it looks so natural.
Finish the Sentence Friday, Rich ... Finish the Sentence Friday ....
This week, the zookeepers are again:
They have put their heads together to come up with another stirring question guaranteed to reach new depths of septic tank sludge in requiring answers from all of those daring enough to participate.
So, without further ado, let us see the sentence we are supposed to finish .....
If Milla Jovovich were to ask you or your husband out on a ..........
Sorry, wrong sentence. Here's the real one:
“When it comes to reality TV shows, I…”
So, here I go...
When it comes to reality TV shows, I could make the journeys through them with Milla Jovovich by my side.
Together, we could use the method of body warming body as we traveled the frozen North in the land of Ice Road Truckers! I'm sure we'd be in constant danger of melting the ice over which we drove our eighteen wheeler, yet, the crackling of the ice would only heighten the intensity of the drama shown on the screen.
Milla and I could show up the Gator Boys and catch a 20 foot gator by simply mesmerizing it with her beauty as I slipped up behind it and taped its jaws shut. Then, together, we'd laugh and laugh as it wore itself out thrashing its tail around in anger at not being able to taste her flesh.
We'd travel to Texas and show the Rattlesnake Republic how to draw out the snakes by simply having Milla sing lightly as she trod through snake country. Like the Pied Piper, she'd lead them to the boxes I'd prepared, into which they'd crawl to simply cool off from the heat she projected.
To the Amazon Jungle we'd go next. The boys from Alabama, looking for gold, would find a new meaning to the title "Bamazon" upon seeing her in the tiny jungle garb she chose to wear. So enthralled they'd be that they would never see me slipping all the gold they'd collected into my own backpack. By the time they stopped thinking of the image of Milla, we'd be far away and safely enjoying the profits of the trip along the beaches of Rio!
Together, her and I could travel to Vegas and visit the Pawn Stars shop. There, I'd wager with Chumley as to his ability to get Milla to go on a date with him. After he lost, I'd take the Picasso and the two man helicopter and Milla and I would fly to the land of Anthony Boudain's five star restaurant selections in New York City! Among the lights, we'd dine on the finest of delicacies, ending of course, with the one strand of spaghetti that drew our lips together. (Remember the Lady And The Tramp?)
However, as with all reality TV shows, seasons end and shows are cancelled. I'd finally remember that I was married and have to give up my dreams of Milla being forever in my life. She, of course, would be completely heartbroken, and sue me for a nominal sum on the People's Court. As a penalty for my discretion's, I'd be sent, along with eight high school kids, to a session of Scared Straight, where prison occupants would threaten to maim, injure, and even kill me if they ever saw me again.
When it was over, my wife would come and pick me up, and tell me she'd scheduled appearances on both the Dr. Phil show and Jerry Springer to see if help was available for what I'd done. Before I could appear, the stress would get to me, I'd have a fatal heart attack, and Ghost Hunters would come to Kentucky to spend the night in my house talking to my spirit. They'd record an unknown voice, that when presented to my wife the next day, would draw screams of anger, as she listened to it say,
"Milla ... Milla ... Milla ... You're one hot lady!"
Now, I'm getting back to watching the movie!
Thank God for Blue Rays!!!