Chapter 04: The Man Who Played the Fool

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 19, 2014
Revised:  February 02, 2020

Chapter 04:  The Man Who Played the Fool

Intro:  I had to move this Page to a Post listing due to there are a bunch of Ignorant Mother Fuckers out there that don't know how to read a blog.  They think that you only have to submit a posting every fucking day.  What they don't fucking realize is that you set your own posting ratio?  Due to the length of my postings they do nothing but bitch inside 9-1-1 Riverside County Sheriff's Department.

Revised:  Name from Sagittarian to Redsagittarian

The Mother F*n Game is called,

“The Man Who Played the Fool”!

Daddy, what did you mean by “The Man Who Played the Fool”, Binxy asks?

As Scrabble interjects, Daddy, you wrote some scripture last time, but what does it all mean?

Scrabble, Daddy is going to let us know how the scripture applies to what has happened in this community and to him.

Well, boys, the scripture was only to give those individuals an insight as to how many men or women can “Point-a-Finger” at an innocent individual, and get one man to “Play the FOOL.”  What they all need to actualize is that how that the FOOLS are really those that have pointed the finger at the innocent man.

Binxy do you know when this all started, Scrabble asks?

I bet you a doggy treat Daddy knows, Binxy replies.

Binxy you don’t eat doggy treats, you eat kitty treats!

Ok, then, a bowl of Ice Cream, Binxy exclaims!

I’ll take that bet only if you share, Binxy.

Ok, I’ll share that bowl of Ice Cream with you Scrabble…vanilla.  Daddy says no chocolate!

So, Daddy, tell us how this all started…!

It all started two years ago, in October 2011, when USNdaddy met a man and fell in love with him after three weekends of dating.  I was shortly after Daddy moved to Palm Springs, California from Las Vegas, Nevada to relocate for a job position in Rancho Mirage, California.   Daddy had to leave a lot of things behind, especially you precious two boys with Daddy’s ex-partner of eleven years.  As you both know, as I pet and scratch Scrabble and Binxy to reassure them; Daddy still remains friends today with Brian, that’s how well we both understand each other and how we both love are spoiled rotten Animal Kingdom, Scrabble and Binxy.

Kisses to you each of you…Muah!  :-*

As the story continues, boys, Daddy met this man called “RedSagittarian” with his little Italian Greyhound, named “Red”, his given name is Gilbert.  To the both us, he was also knows as “Gilbert-the-Grape.”  See here is a picture of Red, boys.

So, see Scrabble and Binxy, that’s why he calls himself the boyfriend, “RedSagittarian!”

How did you meet RedSagittarian, Scrabble quizzes?

I met RedSagittarian meet on a website called, NastyKinkPigs.  We both has similar take in what you would sexual appetite, body type, and well, men overall.

Did you like him when you first met him, Binxy probes for answers?

Daddy thought, “Woof!”  We hit it off right-off-the-bat!

Now, Daddy can tell you rest of the story of USNdaddy, RedSagittarian, and “The Man Who Played the Fool,” as both boys say as they get excited to hear the rest of the story.
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Daddy would see RedSagittarian every weekend after they met.  Daddy occasionally took a taxi over to meet him at his home.  Later on he would pick me up on a Thursday and drop me off at Buster and Boomer’s house, that’s were Daddy was living after he relocated and then met RedSagittarian.  Daddy had to first encourage him to pick him up by luring him with sexual innuendo and enticement.  We met about the second week Daddy was living in Cathedral City, California with Buster and Boomer.

Who’s Buster, whose Boomer, Scrabble and Binxy inquire?

They are two Corgis that Daddy’s friends, of 20 years, own in Cathedral City, California; but, that story is comes a bit later.

Back to RedSagittarian and USNdaddy; Daddy took RedSagittarian to dinner at a local dinner for Mexican food, and conversed where they hit off.  We then both proceeded back to his home in Rancho Mirage for further conversation and recreational activities.  He invited me to stay the entire weekend because we found that we had several things in common except seafood; pizza would turn out to be our food staple on the weekends or Thai food, was commonly agreed upon.  He wasn’t much on seafood but would eat shrimp from time-to-time, but I can get over that difference easily.  On the humorous side of his appetite, the man wouldn’t eat chicken off the bone, but would prefer a man-size piece of meat.

Scrabble, what are you smirking about, Binxy chuckles? (Daddy giggles due to Scrabbles smile.)

We continued to stay in contact, as every week Daddy would go to work.  RedSagittarian would pick Daddy up, usually a Thursday night, drive him to work on a Friday and, then, pick him up again on afterwards.  Daddy and RedSagittarian would continue to spend the weekends together until mid-January when Daddy had to move back to Las Vegas due to unforeseen circumstances.

As I was telling you both, Scrabble and Binxy, Daddy had moved back to Las Vegas and got a chance to see you both.

It was within the week I was back in Las Vegas, when RedSagittarian called and invited him back to his home where I eagerly accepted his invitation.  Daddy was getting to know RedSagittarian very well; especially his addiction to the television episodes of “Desperate Housewives.”

Daddy was having a difficult time finding a job in within the Coachella valley from the time I moved back to Palm Springs area through the beginning of April when all things changed between RedSagittarian and USNdaddy.