What did I wake up to this morning? A beautiful woman in my bed… On the phone. Close enough. And I’ve been buzzed the past few hours, naturally. Okay, one energy drink, a honey bun, and popcorn. What about some pancakes? “B For Bisquick Virgil”
Saturday, April 18, 2026
Journey 291 ~B For Bisquick Virgil~
Hey, Lady Lu,
I am a Billionaire right now… Which means, I’ll be damned if I make my own pancakes. Brad Pitt in World War Z?
For the record, the movie is only good if you haven’t read the book World War Z. Am I still upset I missed Kindle Double Points? I wouldn’t say I’m “Feeling So Good Today.” Lu.
But if I’ve heard and read anything today, it’s what M Anime said, AHEM: “Your dick is a 12 out of 10.” I swear, Lunalesca, if all women knew how easily guys can be played.
Honestly, Lu, am I being played… Sunday, August 24, 2025? Am I trying to kill my buzz? It’s a force of habit. But the things my girl says, and my boys bark. “I’m So Thankful.”
Why? “That I hung on in there. Must have been the Will of God, I do declare.” Or Braxton, whatever.
“Pinch me, pinch me
‘Cause I’m still asleep
Please, God, tell me
That I’m still asleep.”
Barenaked Ladies ‧ 2000
“If you’re not my dog, my girl, or applying for the position. Don’t touch me.” You remember that? Braxton was practically the same. Me being his father, and the three women he let pet him. Virgil is a lot less picky but no less my son. Is this baby fever?
Lunalesca, I’ve just been up all morning thinking about, well, everything, but M Anime has babies on the brain, and how does she get them, my “Enormous Penis,” thank you, Da Vinci’s Notebook. Mickey Avalon says, “My Dick.” My “Big Ten Inch” Bull Moose Jackson croons. The Sweetest Thing if M Anime ever says you’re “Too Big To Fit In Here,” ha-ha. That’s been my morning. And I want to be a father. I am.
“When you were pouring the Bisquick, were you trying to make pancakes?”
The Walking Dead
“Can You Diglett”? Playing games. And Virgil presses up against me as I talk to you. I find it annoying, though, Virgil, not you. And that ain’t right at all. I’ve never poured the Bisquick to make two-legged children. But I told Braxton to get in the car. On Saturday, August 13, 2022, I signed the paperwork and walked out of PetSmart like I was Quintus Arrius and had just adopted Judah Ben-Hur. Here’s a question, my dear Lady Lunalesca.
Why can’t I do this for myself? Have a good morning! I still have money to buy some frozen pancakes. I have a beautiful woman saying naughty things. And Virgil is my son, and I still count Braxton. I’m dicking around. B For Bisquick Virgil
1903 Days Without B III, Day 1344 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will
