Okay... so yesterdays post was clearly a little disturbing to some of you. I know it seems unbelievable - not the man who pours sweat from his pores, but the whole Mick Jagger sex bar thing - I swear to you... it honestly happened!
Unfortunately I don't have the pics... or I totally would be sharing them with Womens Weekly you guys! It happened many moons ago... before Micko and I met, so I'm guessing around early 2003. If you think that was a crazy story... There's plenty more in the Karls vault to pull out - often I've blocked them out (as I'm now a conservative 30 something - ummm or perhaps it was a few too many bongs back in youth) and I need some kind of trigger to bring them back in the forefront.
Anyways... speaking of disturbing:
My husband is effing disturbed! He could also be labelled a psycho, but I'll leave the decision in your capable hands...
Micko is an avid tennis hater (can't say I'm a big fan either)... The Australian Open of TV sucks up a good portion of free to air programming - which really grates on our nerves.
Here are a few of his facebook comments regarding tennis:
WOW Roger won the Aussie open, who would have thought....BORING SHIT TV
Roger Federer has got arms like a 5 year old Sri Lankan boy, he's a cry baby, he's a cow craving sex freak and an all round nob jockey.....and tennis is still fucking boring.
He is clearly not a big fan of Grays Anatomy either:
Micko wishes the hole medical team on Greys Anatomy got smashed by a bus and not George. And the girl who got her arms cut off by the speed boat has to do the surgery with her foot. Her other leg got ripped off as well......
Micko hopes the fuckwit this morning (5.20am), doing burnouts at every intersection all over town goes home and finds out that everybody he cares for in the world is dead or dying a horrible death and then he goes into his bathroom, slips and smashes all of his teeth out on the basin and somehow manages to choke on a mouth full of dog shit and ends up being impaled on the the most torturous pole imaginable...
Thank goodness I'm on his good side! He certainly has a way with words.... and perhaps an anger management problem!
PS. Micko doesn't really have an anger management problem - he is a very gentle, loving and caring man (as you all know)... with a very sick sense of humour!