Merci, as they say in the other official language of the Great White North.
Afternoon boys & girls - tiz I - your ol pal Scrub.
JR - the Bro-In-Law. Ya'll remember him, right? Ripped. Dashing. An arse that just dont quit? Ya - him.
Well, JR has graciously given Scrub yet another blog entry.
See - my dear bro-in-law, whom I love very much, is a wonderful man. Good to his fam. Faithful. Caring. And, generously gives Scrub tidbits to blog about.
Take for example... just a few weeks ago, the dear fella gives Scrub a call on the hooter and the following conversation ensues:
JR: Guess what I'm dressing up as?
Scrub: How does your boss at work feel about this?
JR: No - for Halloween
Scrub: Oh. Kewl.
Scrub: Ya know, JR... The whole "Zorro" and the whole "The Gay Blade" thing... this is prime fodder for the ol blog, ya know.
JR: Ya. I know.
So, as you can well imagine - for the past number of weeks, I have sat in antici.... .... .... .... pation. (homage to Rocky Horror there).
And, as sure as the sun rises in the morn - my dear Bro-In-Law, in all his fabulousness... adorned with fake guy-hooker boots and all... arrived in his blacks and cape to strut his stuff.
Oh - there ya go kids.
Ain't that awesome!
Personally, I think this is a good look for the 'ol boy.
Bein' all into "one-up-manship" - next year,
Scrub's gonna wear an outfit as well.
Scroll down please.
I see you shiver with antici .... .... .... .... pation.