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My Aunt got the contraption to record all her nieces and nephews singing. Sweet lady, but we never figured out what prompted her since we never sang together. Nobody else wanted us to. They knew better
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This is crossing threads, but my fingers are getting too stiff to type - I wish I could get back all the hours I spent roaming around Mr. Davis' Hotel in Claremore. I'd only be about 40
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Nahh - he talked more gun lore and good sense into me than anyone else I knew at the time, and I just might be #57308 instead of Walosi if I hadn't met him.
 
What "irritates" the heck out of me is that now with my broken leg all the ladies are so kind to me.

Why couldn't this have happened 25 years ago when I was young, single and perpetually thought of sex, sex, sex instead of fat, fifty, and married, with scruples. Just thinking of how often I could have been "comforted" drives me NUTS!
 
Rusty,
I am 20, and I fractured my foot last semester at college. The girls looked at me in pity, and were nice to me in pity. I worked is as best I could and got no where. Maybe they are nice to you because you are married innocent (looking) gentleman. All I know is that it is just about impossible to work it the way you want it to go from a fractured foot.

I believe they know their weakness and are not about to take a guy with a gimp leg to their room out of pity.

Maybe you are better with the ladies than I am (you probably are), maybe that comes with age (if so could you enlighten me).

The bottom line is as soon as you are off the crutches and walking around, they leave.
If it worked in the first place that that would be a good thing . But since they are playing mommy, and not helping you study the advancement of Kukri Kama Sutra Oil and Anatomy, all hope of doing the nasty is gone.

Wait a minute....did you say a cast with a zipper....hmmm. I think I need to put down my 18"AK and go run some arrends.
 
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