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Maybe It's Just the Name
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Maybe It's Just the Name Maybe it's because it tastes so sweet and kind of dirty. Maybe it's because it makes me feel young again. Maybe it's because someone gives it to me because they know I love it. Maybe its because they have to know me pretty darn well to know that I love it. Maybe its because I love the look in their eyes when they give it to me, a shared secret fulfilled, an unspoken promise, a peculiar little custom. Every year, around this time, mixed in with the holiday candies, if you look very hard, you just might find a one pound box of Horehound Stick Candy. My teeth hurt so good!! Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde |
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The first sentence says it all - it's sweet but tastes kinda wrong somehow. Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]
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Teeth? Now, I can eat that stuff and not have to worry about those. Of course... I can't bite it, either. Solar...
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11/14/2008 8:52 am |
My dear sweet Grandma, who couldn't curse if her life depended on it, had a pet insult for "those kind of women" ... she called them "H's". She'd be watching her soap operas and the villianess would come on and she'd mutter, that that that (flustered grandma voice) that H!!!None of us dare to tell her that whore began with a W. I Am FFE, and I continue to approve these messages [post 1930488]
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. Frankly, I am dumbfounded and amazed that this friggin' site let you Post about Whore-Hounds! Huh..? Wuzzat? Whups... Never minds... . . Been a while since they last let me out into polite society. Resurfacing, catching a breath, & catching up.  And while I got my Broad-Brimmed Pimping Hat on, could I cajole all of y'all to Comment on, Alone In A Cloud? It's probably the best thing that I've written! Lately... .
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12/15/2008 6:59 pm |
My dad loved the stuff. Personally I cannot stomach it. It taste like the ass end of a menstruating skunk..... I am not dead yet
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. Bestest and most fart-heldt wishes of, 'Niod Aywoh to you, this festive season of conspicuous consumerism! . . Been a while since they last let me out into polite society. Resurfacing, catching a breath, & catching up. And while I got my Broad-Brimmed Pimping Hat on, could I cajole all of y'all to Comment on, Alone In A Cloud? It's probably the best thing that I've written! Lately... .
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. A new day now has dawned, So brightly, and ever so clear. On the tail of a fine night’s slumber, No pain yet in my rear. My sciatica has subsided, While I’m not wanting to be crass: It’s a physiological condition, That’s quite literally a pain in my ass. A new crystalline white world, Beneath thick blanket of drifted snow. First I let out the dog to explore, And I then made me a cuppa joe. It was a short work week, And a hard day’s night. Here’s another day, another chance- To maybe finally get it right! Insistently ringing doorbell, I wonder, “OK, what the Fuck?” Oh, the plows will soon arrive here, It’s time now to move my truck. It is a necessary evil, My chain they weren’t yanking. Quickly dressed, and out the door- Rescheduling my wanking. Once chipped-out and relocated, I watched the mechanical ballet. White tails rise, the comas streaming, Like from that comet, Halley. It was at the stoke of Midnight (Or was it at one second past? ) The year Ought-Nine began, Blown in on the same wintry blast. Time-keeping accountants, Studying Earths’ orbital valence. Determined that, like yours truly here, There is an unconscionable imbalance. Of a fractional minute, One-sixtieth, or so they say. Gets credited to the next two years, Likewise it was added to today. Our Earth is far from perfect, It’s wobble’s what caused this trouble. Atomic clocks established the problem, Unaided by the telescope Hubble. I stayed up way too late, I quaffed more than a single beer. It’s a brand-new day that’s a-dawning: It’s now a spankin’-new New Year! Copyright 2009 Basement Blogging, all rights reserved. No portion of this intellectual property may be used, copied, or distributed, without the express written permission of it’s author. . OK, vacation's over! Where you been hiding..? . . Been a while since they last let me out into polite society. Resurfacing, catching a breath, & catching up. And while I got my Broad-Brimmed Pimping Hat on, could I cajole all of y'all to Comment on, Alone In A Cloud? It's probably the best thing that I've written! Lately... .
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I miss ya, old friend. blog on!
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