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How I Feel Writing Some Of This Stuff
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How I Feel Writing Some Of This Stuff As I was going to grab some stuff to stick in my face today I was thinking about various things, some of which revolved around this site/blogs. Upon a request I am writing about a couple of things that happened back about 40 ish years ago – Dumb Shits, Different Vehicle Part 1 and a story I am still typing up about an "odd racquetball" story” which is really an odd date story.  Then there is the petty IMO bickering happening on the blogs. Then there are the changes the site has made. Then there is my current situation regarding meeting ‘wimmen’ around here. I live in a town that has only 1 or 2 women on this site and one has never acknowledged me when I emailed her. So the current prospects are few. Then there is the woman in a town about 50 miles away who I met and had some fun with  . She got pissed because I wrote about a girl who works in a local sandwich shop Sophia Loren, a hero is more than a sandwich and a spomb . After she read it she wrote: “Who knew a sandwich girl could get you so hot and bothered!  ”. Hell, I never even asked her name and did I mention the “sandwich girl” turned out to be 16? Really? WTF?Another is about the “deeper” reason I came to this site, which I ain’t telling. And those are just the things I am willing to “share” here.  Soooo, I’m thinking about this stuff while the “fast” “food” place screws up my order  and as I finally drive through a song comes on the radio. I knew what the song was soon as the first few notes played (I can do that  ) and I cranked it up as far as the ole radio and speakers could stand. Ran the windows down so the whole fucking town could hear and proceeded to do my best Max Weinberg imitation (oh HELL YEAH I can do that) on the steering wheel and crowed out the song as loud as my ole hoarse voice could handle annnd getting every word right (I can still do that too). So crank it up in your head boys and girls cause here it comes.I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in, he was walking out We went back inside sat down had a few drinks but all he kept talking about was Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory daa aa aa aa ays Well there's a girl that lives up the block back in school she could turn all the boy's heads Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinks after she put her to bed Her and her husband Bobby well they split up I guess it's two years gone by now We just sit around talking about the old times, she says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory daa aa aa aa ays Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight and I'm going to drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it but I probably will Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory daa aa aa aa ays When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. |
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“Who knew a sandwich girl could get you so hot and bothered! ”. WTH? Are there not enough real things to get excited about? I'd have had one remark- "Goodbye." Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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What happened to you and that woman from another town is the other side of the same coin - she got jealous of the figment of your or her imagination. Just like cats on this site get jealous and envious of whatever their imagination served them today or any other day. Cats will be cats... Move back to LA, won't you? Visit my blog It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World of NaughtyInSO, leave a comment, become a watcher. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LIVE AND LET LIVE Be happy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Sounds like a whiskey drinking while jamming my tunes kind of night.
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