The Mock Dock

I have a new pal, who shall henceforth be known on this blog as Daisy.  Daisy’s husband alerted her today that Matt McConaughoweveryouspellit’s mom just came out with a book called I Amaze Myself, in which she describes the death of her husband.  Which would be really sad and emotional in ordinary circumstances.  In this circumstance, however, her husband died during relations of a sexual nature with her.  And what’s so disturbing about this is how, in what would ordinarily be a time of great grief and mourning, she was so fixated on wanting to show off his wee-wee.  She says:

“On Monday mornings, he and I often said goodbye by making love. But one day, all of a sudden, it just happened.  I knew that something was wrong, because I didn’t hear anything from him. Just nothing. But it was just the best way to go!”

Apparently, when her husband couldn’t be revived, she insisted that he be taken from the house naked.  

“I was just so proud to show off my big old Jim McConaughey - and his gift.”

You know, I’m proud of Mr. Mock’s gift too, but it’d probably be the last thing I’d be thinking about if he up and died on me.   I would be hysterical and devastated, and not at all inclined to show off his package to the EMT’s.  I kind of think I’m in the majority on this.  Back me up, mockdockers.

Daisy, by the way, intends to write her own autobiography entitled, “I F*CKING Amaze Myself.”  You know, to one-up Matt’s mom.  In which case, her husband should watch his back.

(kidding, Daisy!)