"There's No Point in Yam Fucking..."

Last night we went to see Dave Attell live on his “Insomniac Tour” at the State Theatre. Thus the title to this Blog; “There’s No Point in Yam Fucking.” His performance was definitely original and many times crossed the line between humor and just plain mental illness, but funny nonetheless.
For instance, the whole snippet on “whiskey dick” and how sometimes it’s a good thing. Like when a guy wakes up the next morning after some serious drinking and realizes that it was a good thing he had whiskey dick because the whole idea of fucking a pumpkin in the middle of a party was probably a bad idea in the first place. And now that we’re out of pumpkin season, he’d have to fuck something else, like a yam…and the rest is history and consequently the title to this blog. Anyway, it was a humorous finish to the weekend.

Guess what? This weekend at the grocery store I was called “Miss.” Yeah, I know, I couldn’t believe it either. When the young man said it to me I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around, looked him in the eye and said, “Do you realize what you have done?” He looked a little startled and said, “Uhhhh, No.” “You have made me the happiest Miss in Minneapolis, keep up the good work.” I believe he may now think I am crazy, but that’s OK, because I was called “Miss.” Not only that, but on Saturday I was at a dealership helping with a sale and was called “Young Lady.” Does it get any better than this? I don’t think it does! So my weekend was spent basking in the glory of “Miss” and “Young Lady.” No complaints here, nope, looks like everything’s going to be A-O.K!