Fellow Mo - Bro's and sistas. Strange things happen when you grow a Mo. It must be the inner Mo-nimal in me, but as i walked past a well kept little piece of scrubbery in a leafy suburb of Cape Town, I felt the lure of the bus, a uncontrolable desire to take my Mo to the bush. So in I went, and it wasn't pretty.
There i stood, i crossed the line into the bush, my own personal 'crossing of the Rubicon', so to speak. And things looked different. More green, tad more wild.
Some poor old lady and her nubile young 20 - something grand daughter came strolling by. Ouma got a mo-erse fright. Maar ai ai, the Mo in the bush did something to the grand daughter. Like a lioness she came up, gave me a thorough up-down, and then proceeded to rub against my leg, hindering me utterly speechless. Such profound marking of one's turf has not been seen for many a decade in Vredehoek. Alas, I am taken. She has marked me as her main Mo, I am a taken Mo-Bro.
From then till now (that was 4 hours ago) I honestly can't tell you much. Things have been a bit blurry. I find myself involuntarily growling like a Alpha Male Lion whenever other men walk past.
The lip quivers. aanhoudend.
On this note, I have to beg all of you...please do not let Julius Maleme into the Mo-hood. Picture the all seeing, all knowing one with a Mo. No don't, rather don't close your eyes. It gets nasty. Just spread the word, DO NOT TELL Julius about our Mo-hood. By end of Movember, the wise one will be President of our republic, CEO of Eskom and King at ASA.
Ok, enough jungle talk for one day. Tomorrow i will take my esteemed Mo 3 times up Table Mountain for the anual 3 Peaks Challenge. A spot of fresh air has never done a goo Mo harm. Be sure to check in Monday, as i will tell you all about it and how much fun mini - mo and i had. And some other juicy lekker soetsappige stories.
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