Dogs In A Bathtub

Part of my blogging stems from my desire to organize my thoughts in such a way that I can clearly explain, through written text, my thoughts and emotions. Many times my thoughts are like a thousand gerbils in a house (read: Richard Gere) with a cat chasing them. Every thought is going a different direction at a different speed (in short, a different velocity...which is a vector instead of the two scalars I just gave you). Sometimes I feel like I write well, and the reader clearly understands the points I try to make. I paint a mental picture that is easy to visualize. Other times I feel like I "rite good", and leave the reader scratching his nuts/her...um, whatever girls scratch when they are confused. Ovaries?

Most of the time I feel that it is my lack of skill as a writer or my limited vocabulary that keeps me from painting these mental images, but there are a select few times that I truly believe that all the words from earths many, many languages couldn't accurately portray what I'm trying to drive home.

Today I had one of those thoughts.

For reasons that shall remain undefined, I was gmail chatting about tea bagging. The fine art where a male places his nuts (read: tea bags) inside of a male or females mouth (read: tea cup). When I was having this discussion I was under the impression that tea bagging was just placing testicles and scrotum on another's forehead, and that if the balls were going in the mouth, that it was "Dogs in a bathtub". Getting the first one in there is simple, but as soon as you go to put the next dog in the bath the first one jumps out. Water goes everywhere and you are right back where you were seconds before. Talking about this was all well-and-good, but I really wanted to solidify exactly what I was talking about. I pulled out my trusty pen and pad, and whipped together a small masterpiece.

I present to you "Dogs In A Bathtub":