I Preferred the Quarantine

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"Can you sign it, 'To LOBO, the greatest athlete on Earth.  He taught me everything I know, and is the Gofather of my children'?"

"This is a baseball," Tom Brady points out.

"A Bedazzled baseball," I correct.

I, Robot. Robot Robot

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"Would you please stop doing 'The Robot'?" asks Wendy.

"Couldn't even wait for my breakdance finale?" I frustratedly sigh, gathering up the cardboard.  "I don't think we are right for each other."

Part I: A Leave of Abstenance

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[*wrrrrrr*]

I got bored so fast, I daydreamed about smashing the thing.

"We need to meet corporate blah, blah, before corporate blah blah ..."

[*wrrrrrrr*]

-Fucker has a USB charged self-stirring coffee cup.

Now that you are all caught up, I never liked this man.

And all that follows is inadmissible in court:

***

"His body parts were EVERYWHERE" I told the cops ... "Ihe blood splashed all over my hands!" 

"Are you black?" he asks.

"No," I says.  "I don't think so."

"Can you help us identify a suspect?"  he replied, putting his gun away.

"Let me look around and touch everything."

I searched everything, ...SO many shovels, and goddamn those knives were sharp.

"There are a lot of items with bloody fingerprints in here."  I conclude.

"Indeed," the cops replied, scratching their chins.  "Ma'am ..."

"Wendy," she replies.

"You witnessed it all?

"No.  I was trying to get blood and teeth out of LOBO's hair at the time."

"So you are his alibi?"

"No.  I was trying to get blood and teeth out of his hair at the time."

"Was he ever black?"

"Like the Metallica Album?"

The cops put their notebooks away.  "We don't need sarcasm, miss."

"I would argue you do," I yell from the back seat.

"LOBO probably killed him," Wendy shrugged.

"Ha!" I says, gnawing at my handcuffs.  "Probably!  This is a wrongful arrest when you consider all the reasonable doubt!"

"That is horrible for your teeth," the cops explain.  "Are you black?"

"I don't think so" I says.

As the cops release my handcuffs, they add "There is no excuse for shoddy dental care."

"See?"  Wendy demands.

"This is no time for facts," I says.  "We have a crime to solve."

Wed Redding

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"Look" I says.  "Divorce is extremely likely.  People have been marrying for hundreds of years, and Humanity still hasn't cracked the code."

I grab her hands.  "I promise you.  If science ever figures out why people get married, I will get good at science."

Don't. Don't You Want me.

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One Could Hope

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Happily Ever Aftershocks

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So ya, I guess I owe it to the millions and millions of readers who are always asking me evey day "What ever happened to LOBO?"

And to a lesser degree, "... and Wendy?"

Wendy and I had an amazing Christmas ... dancing in the cool moonlight listening to Tychovski, and admiring the beauty of fresh snow under bright stars. But sometime around 7:15am, relatives showed up and gave us Covid.

So we had a solid 3-4 hours of joy and cheer, but all the new January and February murders got bumped down the schedule: frozen ground is too hard to dig inconspicuous shallow graves in. And due to the spike in demand, many of these holiday murders will have to be pushed back until April ... possibly even May!

[*sigh*] I know. Same as last year.

Our New Year's Resolution is to get more cardio.

Malibu

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Pocket Full of Posies

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Just started my first vacation in a decade, and OMG I am soooo bored.

Expect some short stories.

:)

Emperor Erroneous

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"Well congratulations," says says Gina, looking up from her newspaper.

The idea of a Google employee reading a newspaper always cracks me up.

"For what?"  In a bathrobe, I'm just trying to get an iced coffee.

"Wendy told us you proposed to her."

Goddamit I need to get my own refrigerator upstairs.

Wincing and scratching my eyebrow, I reply "We had a conversation about getting married.  It was purely academic I thought."

I've been awake eight seconds, and I'm already in a death roll.

"We were all surprised too," she shrugged.

"I hate marriage," I explain, holding my head.  "I give up my job, friends, family, home, pets, car, sex, and all worldly possessions that don't fit in a backpack."  I surmise.  "And there is way too much yelling."

"You're exaggerating" she says.  "You've been dating her for, like, five years.  She definitely loves you."

"Wendy is the first person I've dated since the divorce," I admit.  "Do I want her to turn into a vile screaming jealous lying hypocrite adulterous racist psycho-shrew proliferating computer malware already?  No.  I think we are doing just fine as we are."

I twist the coffee cap off with a satisfying "pop" sound.

"I actually kinda like her," I elaborate.  "Why rush it?"

MAMBA

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Millions and millions of readers are always asking me every day, "LOBO, where are you at with current day politics?"

I have founded the "Make America More Boring Again" party, aka MAMBA.

We promise to do absolutely nothing. All you need is footie pajamas.

Nancy Pelosi tucks us in after milk and cookies.