Contrary to popular opinion I do serve a purpose, I take your mind off Thermal Nuclear War. The other day was 9/11, everyone knows where they were, what they were doing. She was 21 in 41 and still remembers just like you, and like you, she shares her experiences of that day.
Morning coffee started out with Gene Autry recorded in 41. I’m telling all ya’ll right now
( inserted some Texas lingo there)
this is not Aero Smith
Medication time:
I was right, the ratdog had buried outside, ” what’s all that racket?”. I’m sealing up the doggie door, glued and caulked the inside with the piano bench as a blocker, she keeps her cold weather gloves and stuff in it. On the outside, glued, caulked and covered with some spared siding stuff. Looks meh, performance man, performance. Go back in, ” I’m hungry”, me too ma, me to, how some grilled cheese sammiches, ” ohh yes”, just because I don’t own a grill, don’t mean I don’t know to operate them. Some tinfoil and chips couple of pin holes and wala! I’m smoking/grilling grilled cheese sammiches. With my back to the fence, while grilling instantly started wonder if there’s much difference between annoying and pestering. 2 examples for you
Back in school, did any of your female teachers sneakup behind you and mash one of their boobs into your shoulder blade while doing some english paper, I did, except it was a NUN, in her right hand was a yard stick, best course of action, don’t move stay focused or you would get scathed. The Dan-Knee and me sometimes after school, we’d compare scathing marks.
Then there is the Annoying type
Someone who talks, never says a G’damn word worth hearing, Debbie-Blabber-Mouth Schutlz is like that.
I don’t know which it is but I’m thinking the Navyman sends his wifey outside when he see’s me outside, either for his own relief or to give the Marine Corps a hard time, sneaky bastard.
Am sure you’ve heard the term ” the girl next door”
Get that G’damn floozie away from ratdog, we will not be having ratdog snausages around here Lisa!
Lisa, you ever read the Congress record? “what’s that?”. Ohh fuck no, no Trouples in mother’s backyard
I had to defuse this situation real quick, Lisa, wanna see my scrotum bag? ” your what!?”. my scrotum bag, it’s right here, digging in the front of my jeans, i keep my charms in it.
Made from a buffalo nutsac.
That did it, those little bitches went back under the fence.