Stylish Underwear

On Sunday morning, while enjoying a cup of coffee at the fact food joint in town, I observed a young Asian babe with bleached blond hair sitting at one of the tables outside. She was wearing jeans with a tight top. Her behavior, however, was strange. And, she was talking to herself. I suspected that baby was recently made homeless. The stress of living on the streets was obviously too much.

Later, after my workout at the gym, I returned to the fast food joint for a greasy "value menu" snack. Ahead of me was a young Asian babe, once again attractive. Baby was involved in some kind of miscommunication with the manager on duty. Every now and the, she looked over at me. I suspected that she, too, was homeless. Her face betrayed fatigued, which meant that she has been living on the streets for well over a month.

Both of the homeless babes looked out of place and extremely vulnerable, unlike the "hardbody" homeless babe that I observed on Saturday. I am certain that all of them were victims of various circumstances that abruptly evicted them from a previously "mainstream" life-style. All three babes are testimony to the financial upheaval that is affecting the rank-and-file populace in Hawai'i.

Typical Stylish Hottie

A couple of months ago, I purchased stylish brief underwear (box of five) from the ubiquitous discount clothes store. I have never worn them. Guys my age don't wear stylish underwear. We stick to the old, boring standard. Stylish clothes look ridiculous on old codgers, even underwear. In addition, the stylish underwear does not fit in with my workouts at the gym. No explanation necessary.

The Vienna Sausage has recently tested as intermittent. I suspect that its total dysfunction is closer than I had expected. Naturally, the Vienna Sausage is a barometer of testosterone. Once my testosterone depletes, I will experience rapid degeneration of common male attributes, the most obvious being muscle mass and tone. Resistance workouts with weights have helped to stave off the inevitable. However, I am living on borrowed time.

With physical degradation imminent, I have decided to mummify the use of whey protein powder and any other supplements that are commonly used by gym "meatheads." Old codgers should only consume the geriatric equivalent that is available at most pharmacies. I will most likely rely upon yogurt and yogurt-like products from now on.

Finally, I have been contemplating the acquisition of a Skype® number for $5 per month as opposed to giving in and purchasing a cellphone with a no-contract service. No decision yet.

Slob Manor (Read: Rental Housing) Mini-Update®
The arrogant "chef" now occupies two parking spaces on the rockpile with his "piece of shit" automobile. And, he now parks his vehicle right in the center, like some kind of royalty. Long story short ... upon returning from my usual Hawai'i Kai visit recently, I discovered that the asswipe had parked his vehicle about two feet into my space. So, I parked my truck in the landlord's reserved spot. I've been parking there ever since.