Showing posts with label moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moments. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

TMI Tuesday: July 26, 2016

TMI Tuesday: July 26, 2016

What’s new? Another TMI Tuesday, that’s what!

Say What?

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1. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
Send my kids to go off and live with their mother after she remarried and could offer them a better life. PS. That did not work out.

2. What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?
Became a googly eyed romantic

3. When was the last time you had an amazing meal? What was it? Why was it amazing for you?
A lovely woman I know made pulled pork taco's from scratch. We worked together and that made it so much better.

4. What’s the best/worst gift you've ever given/received?
The affection's of  a woman. 
5. What do you miss most about being a kid?
Having someone who paid for everything that they could possibly afford for me. It wasn't everything but they did the best they could.
Bonus: What is something you learned in the last week?
That people you love will make mistakes. Forgive. 
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Friday, August 14, 2015

Notes - Pass Around Joy

Parked in the forest preserve with Beverly and I in the front seat, Reno and Joy in the back, while The Nanny was waiting impatiently at her work place for me to pick her up after theater practice.


I don't know why I always do this.


Well. Yes I do.


I fell in love way too young.

I stayed in love way too young.


Yet I wanted to partake of the strange and varied fruits that were out in the world.


Few were stranger or unusual as Beverly.


Still fewer were as bountiful as Joy.

There was much thrashing, smacking, and gnashing going on in the deep pool of blackness behind the front seat of my 1966 Pontiac Bonneville. Meanwhile I was awash in the moist resplendence and tossing throes between Beverly’s cheeks and tongue.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Petey's Stoopid Thought For The Day

Sentience is transient , whereas my sentences can run on and on and on and on... ad infinitum.

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