What did the egg say to the boiling water?
It might take a while for me to get hard. I just got laid last night.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Random Diary Entry: Oct. 26, 2004
W.C. just came in. He owns the men's shop next door. He had a guy with him.
See.. I'm sitting at the PC, formating a file so I can print it. The door bell chimes and I hear W.C.'s voice.
"Sher-rrrrrrrrrie, do you have any white-out?" He and the guy crowd around the PC.
"Hmmm, no. It makes a mess on the monitor."
"Doesn't anyone use typewriters anymore?" He wailed as he and the guy walked away.
And it hit me... a damn good funny joke was wasted!
An origianl Oil Painting: Sentinel
Along a highway, sitting quietly
guardian of secrets
ancient bark and roots
telling no one
what it's seen.
By: Me
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Chivalry
My friend Dee came by with her 6-yr-old son, Kisstopher (Christopher--
he calls himself 'kiss' because that's all girls want to do..kiss
him..lol ..I feel for his generation of females)..he's sick with a
sinus infection but that didn't stop him from bearing gifts for me:
an acorn, a smooth white pebble and a pink gumball... chivalry isn't
dead!
he calls himself 'kiss' because that's all girls want to do..kiss
him..lol ..I feel for his generation of females)..he's sick with a
sinus infection but that didn't stop him from bearing gifts for me:
an acorn, a smooth white pebble and a pink gumball... chivalry isn't
dead!
Random Diary Entry: Aug. 29, 2005
Went to one Friday night. Was a hoot! The strippers were terrible...
I suggested we tip them to put on their clothes.... or take up a
collection for a down payment for new career classes at AIU. I stayed
out of thong reach.
Since I didn't know the bride all that well, I got her a gift
certificate at a very upper-scale boutique that has delicate lingerie
and other feminine dainties. Would you believe she said, "Is this all
you got me?"
Then to top it off, the maid-of-honor went around with a cup and
asked for donations. I'm sorry but if the bridemaids are hosting the
party, it's up to them to fund it.
That's the last time I'm going to a party just because I know a
friend of a friend. If you don't have enough friends to invite to
make a party worthwhile and you have to import strangers, then you
don't need to have a party. Hell, go out with the few friends you
have. That's what I would do, if it were me and I didn't have a lot
of friends who wanted to do a big bachelorette party. I think it
would be more fun to be around a few close friends than a bunch of
strangers.
I suggested we tip them to put on their clothes.... or take up a
collection for a down payment for new career classes at AIU. I stayed
out of thong reach.
Since I didn't know the bride all that well, I got her a gift
certificate at a very upper-scale boutique that has delicate lingerie
and other feminine dainties. Would you believe she said, "Is this all
you got me?"
Then to top it off, the maid-of-honor went around with a cup and
asked for donations. I'm sorry but if the bridemaids are hosting the
party, it's up to them to fund it.
That's the last time I'm going to a party just because I know a
friend of a friend. If you don't have enough friends to invite to
make a party worthwhile and you have to import strangers, then you
don't need to have a party. Hell, go out with the few friends you
have. That's what I would do, if it were me and I didn't have a lot
of friends who wanted to do a big bachelorette party. I think it
would be more fun to be around a few close friends than a bunch of
strangers.
Across Sands, Time Rushes
Across sands, time rushes,
like galloping horses on the surf.
Grains and foam freckle the horizon;
minute moments~forgotten youth.
I dare not whisper my desires
into the hollow ears of conch shells.
They cannot keep quiet secrets of sex;
those that flame loins and snare minds.
Naked, I stand on the sea shore,
a salty breeze my invisible cloak.
I taunt time to gallop by me in
a rush of sea foam and lust.
In the ocean of my mind,
there is a madness that has method.
I can't stop time nor rush desire;
grains on my breast~foam on my loins.
like galloping horses on the surf.
Grains and foam freckle the horizon;
minute moments~forgotten youth.
I dare not whisper my desires
into the hollow ears of conch shells.
They cannot keep quiet secrets of sex;
those that flame loins and snare minds.
Naked, I stand on the sea shore,
a salty breeze my invisible cloak.
I taunt time to gallop by me in
a rush of sea foam and lust.
In the ocean of my mind,
there is a madness that has method.
I can't stop time nor rush desire;
grains on my breast~foam on my loins.
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