The Bitch rambles

Summer is here at last and school’s out. What with the hot weather we are currently being inundated with under aged and under dressed young ladies. I suppose it is not unique to Kissbotty County but here skimpy seems to be the style and daily I am confronted with little girls wearing pretty much nothing at all. It looks like most of them got out of school and spent the weekend sunbathing as the are all pink except where the straps of their bikini tops were. (Not a sophisticated look girls). Sadly the ones that have not already given themselves a melanoma will end up with skin like John Wayne’s arse by the time they are 35. Still why should I care, I am sure that there will be a fresh batch of nubile young ladies in 20 years. High School kids, you gotta love them. Actually you probably shouldn’t love them but you get my point. I was reading the New York Times last weekend when I spotted an article about how old folk are acting younger these days, it was titled “50 it’s the new 40”. It got me thinking “16 it’s the new 21”; well at least that is what I will be telling the judge next week.

We have just had some big fishing competition here in Kissbotty. Apparently it was sponsored by ESPN or something similar, not that I would know, as I have no interest in that sort of nonsense. What caught my eye however was the prize money. The winner picked up a cool $100,000 and even the eighth place (a local lad apparently) grabbed a $50,000 boat. Jesus what a soft touch, I mean how hard can it be to catch fish? (This is coming from someone who spent 6 consecutive weekends not catching a turkey). As far as I am concerned a fishing rod is a stick with a worm at each end. Still at least they were using catch and release rules, which is lucky for the fish. Shame we can’t use the same rules for genital herpes.