Last week on the show I mentioned something that gave me a chubbie and then I said I would put together a chart listing things that give me a chubbie and Leslie said why don’t you just do it on your blog. Ok, here it is. First of all what is a chubbie you may ask? Well, a chubbie is something that excites your nether regions and is not because of any sexual contact. For example, when I do any yard work there are two things that are working to achieve chubbie time. One is the actual using of the yard tools, your weed whacker, your power washer, your stump grinder, your leaf blower, what have you. I’m sure the vibrations of the yard instruments have something to do with it but there is a second wave when I’ve completed lawn tasks and look over the results it triggers a second chubbie. When I go to air shows and the fighter jets are only 500 feet overhead I get a chubbie. I got your Blue Angel right here. The roar of the engines the tight formations the speed and seeing what beautiful piece of machinery my tax dollars made does something down there for me. Cleaning: I freely admit that I’m a bit obsessed with cleaning. I think coming from a family of eight people living in 1300 square feet freaked me out a bit in that things were not always in the order I wanted them to be. Of course my sense of order might be a bit extreme in that I like magazines on tables to be exactly square on top of each other and the carpet freshly vacuumed before I can sit and relax. Good luck trying to convince seven other family members to keep magazines square on a table. Anywho, a clean house is the same as a manicured lawn in the chubbie department. Anytime I see Nazis killed in a movie I get excited. Pictures of Concorde taking off or landing do it for me. Watching The Beatles in the Get Back documentary creating music. Summertime. A great vacuum cleaner at the car wash. Seeing Carlo in The Godfather get garroted. Opening a bag of roast2order coffee. Luxardo cherries. The final 45 minutes of making bread in my bread machine. Animals attacking people who get too close to them in the wild. And last but not least, living in America. America # 1! Eww papa.

Gunga, galunga
Garry