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338 days ago
Uh . . . . . Lord, Fergive Me! What the Hell! Ain't Been This Drunk, in Quite a Spell . . . . . . Happy Holidays, Y'all! Hic!
376 days ago
“Tinkle, tinkle In the Jar. Then I’ll know Just What Ye are! Be Ye Pothead, Drunk or Tweaker, I Will Catch Ye! I’m The Seeker!” The Dark, Masked Man hovered in the shadows Of the Alley, Sample Jar in hand, Awaiting his next “Donor”. It, as he expected, wasn’t a long wait as the Thin-as-a-rail girl stumbled from the Back door of the Tavern, clearly Under the influence of SOME THING NAUGHTY! He cursed softly “Dammit!” Getting Samples from Females presented Problems sometimes! But, he had taken up the gauntlet, devised a Plan, and he would stick it out, even with wet, sticky fingers! “Perhaps“, he thought to himself, “I should buy a small packet of Pre-Moistened Towlettes.” As his target reeled toward him, he was relieved to see that she wore a skirt - much easier Job now! He made his move, stifling her silent scream quickly And prepared to collect. Finished, moments later, he pulled his Dig-It-All Camera from his Fanny Pack. He remembered the days when everyone ...
431 days ago
This be an Old Editorial Letter I wrote, long about a year back. I feel Strongly about the Subject. I am, in Fact, a One Issue Voter, no matter how High or Low the Seat being fought for! Without Second Amendment Support, as it is Written, I will Never Vote for Any Candidate . . . . 17Apr2007 Second Amendment Editorial At times I feel guilty, especially when I read such opinions as those of Bradley Bertchie, in the Tuesday, April 17, 2007 Letter To The Editor, where he asks "Why do we still allow personal guns in this country?". The guilt, and the relief, stems from knowing that I will not live long enough to see the sort of World arise that Mr. Bertchie thinks he would like. Brad! The Second Amendment was, and is, needed to allow the citizens of our country the ability to protect ourselves from tyranny perpetrated by the Government of our own Nation. The Second Amendment is the One and Only Reason that We are different from England, Canada, Australia, ...
431 days ago
Poverty, with a Capital "P", Has been so Very Good for Me! It Taught me to Appreciate The Finer Points of Life . . . . Like Love and Friendship, Hate and Spite . . . Guilt and Weakness, Strength and Might, It Taught me When to Meekly Sit And When to Stand and Fight! Yes, Poverty and Lack of Things Has Served to give My Spirit Wings . . . To Give My Heart, Not Shiny Rings. I Hope, some Day, when I have Passed, That Some Folks say I Showed some Class, . . . . Giving, Kind and Made 'em Laugh! That would be One Fine Epitaph.
434 days ago
In the Century-Old Home that I growed up in, one accessed the Basement by a Door which was in the Kitchen, off to the Left, In a Corner. The Kitchen was where we Kids took our Nightly Sponge Bath, us not having a Tub. The Corner was the Dirty Clothes Pile and, a Now-Public Secret, where Steve and I often peed into the Laundry Pile during the Dark, dark Nights . . . . . . It was Cold and Extremely Scary in the Basement, where our Only Toilet Stool was. There was No Light at the Top of these Stairs, which Mirrored the Stairs to the Second Floor. Someone had, long ago, installed shoddy shelves which held various cans, bottles, Objects of Interest to a Kid . . . And many, many Nails protruding from above. Thus, the Trip to the Toilet was Hazardous! At the Bottom of the Stair lie, with only a 30 inch Clearance and up agin a Brick Wall,A Two Inch Water Pipe and 3-4 other, smaller pipes. One Mis-Step, one Tumble, and one's Head ...
