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If you get a chance, you need to see the movie "Nil ByMouth".It'll make you feel better about missing theopportunity to smother Rick in his sleep :o)
Now, I would have NEVER done that!!!! But...does anyone know where you buy Dioxin?
Rick is, what I call, a Fiddler. A Fiddler approaches sex much the same way one would approach a television on it's last leg. How does a Fiddler turn on a temperamental TV? You smack it once to get the vertical into line, then you twist these knobs until the right station comes in (really, does ANYONE get turned on by a tittie-twister??) Then the dip-shit realizes the cord just isn't long enough to reach the socket. Poor Molly, Fiddlers never know what to do down there. You want them to think "melting ice cream cone", instead you get "demented fruit bat".
Molly thanks you for your concern. She has been ignored FAR too long.
I was arrested in Mexico once...long, long time ago...
ANY GRINGO can get arrested in Mexico, c’mon, give me a good story.
"Hey...you get head where you can, ya know?"
Like I said, do what Rick does, just lower your standards.
So, Rick was banging this guy?
How would I know? To hear him tell it, he NEVER EVER looked at, touched, spoke to anyone other than me. But I learned that Rick has a very hard time saying no, so in a pinch, who’s to say what he banged?
Someone did mention he looked like a child molester???
Rick, yes. The man/woman, no. If that IS a child and Rick WERE to molest them, that WOULD answer a few questions.
Hi Mom!
Hi Annie! I love you. Call me.
He sounds like scum and he should pay!!!!
He is and he will.
So, at the beginning of January I shipped him back to his Momma.
Damn. Why didn’t I think of that.
You could always hire a P.I. even now. Then you wouldn't have to call cheaters.
OR...I could let some nice, empathetic P.I. do it for me for no reason except his disgust at the slime ball I am, sadly, married to. (Is slime ball one word or two?"
That can not be a woman! Looks more like a 16 year old boy.
Well, people have said he looks like a child molester.
Sorry about the bad joke
Don’t be, I DID marry him.
Love 'ya Meg. Fuck Rick!
Yeah right. Been there, done that.
you'd like to go out---I'd like to take you out.
As in the Godfather “take me out”? Be a little bit more specific.
I hope you're not watching the ballgame
I was going to but I wanted to clean the kitchen first. Then, I got myself some coffee and sat down in my recliner just in time to watch the post game show. Damn.
Damn, if anybody deserves a break, you do.
You got that right, funny how you wrote that email the day I broke my finger. People need to be more specific.
send me you phone #
How about this...send me you’s.
You have a new fan in me, and lordy I could tell you stories about my divorce...
Thank you! And if there are any people out there who would are going through a divorce, a guy named Jamie is writing a book on surviving divorce and he needs stories like yours. Contact him at jamie@howisurved.com. Tell him Meg sent you.
If you get a chance, you need to see the movie "Nil ByMouth".It'll make you feel better about missing theopportunity to smother Rick in his sleep :o)
Now, I would have NEVER done that!!!! But...does anyone know where you buy Dioxin?
Rick is, what I call, a Fiddler. A Fiddler approaches sex much the same way one would approach a television on it's last leg. How does a Fiddler turn on a temperamental TV? You smack it once to get the vertical into line, then you twist these knobs until the right station comes in (really, does ANYONE get turned on by a tittie-twister??) Then the dip-shit realizes the cord just isn't long enough to reach the socket. Poor Molly, Fiddlers never know what to do down there. You want them to think "melting ice cream cone", instead you get "demented fruit bat".
Molly thanks you for your concern. She has been ignored FAR too long.
I was arrested in Mexico once...long, long time ago...
ANY GRINGO can get arrested in Mexico, c’mon, give me a good story.
"Hey...you get head where you can, ya know?"
Like I said, do what Rick does, just lower your standards.
So, Rick was banging this guy?
How would I know? To hear him tell it, he NEVER EVER looked at, touched, spoke to anyone other than me. But I learned that Rick has a very hard time saying no, so in a pinch, who’s to say what he banged?
Someone did mention he looked like a child molester???
Rick, yes. The man/woman, no. If that IS a child and Rick WERE to molest them, that WOULD answer a few questions.
Hi Mom!
Hi Annie! I love you. Call me.
He sounds like scum and he should pay!!!!
He is and he will.
So, at the beginning of January I shipped him back to his Momma.
Damn. Why didn’t I think of that.
You could always hire a P.I. even now. Then you wouldn't have to call cheaters.
OR...I could let some nice, empathetic P.I. do it for me for no reason except his disgust at the slime ball I am, sadly, married to. (Is slime ball one word or two?"
That can not be a woman! Looks more like a 16 year old boy.
Well, people have said he looks like a child molester.
Sorry about the bad joke
Don’t be, I DID marry him.
Love 'ya Meg. Fuck Rick!
Yeah right. Been there, done that.
you'd like to go out---I'd like to take you out.
As in the Godfather “take me out”? Be a little bit more specific.
I hope you're not watching the ballgame
I was going to but I wanted to clean the kitchen first. Then, I got myself some coffee and sat down in my recliner just in time to watch the post game show. Damn.
Damn, if anybody deserves a break, you do.
You got that right, funny how you wrote that email the day I broke my finger. People need to be more specific.
send me you phone #
How about this...send me you’s.
You have a new fan in me, and lordy I could tell you stories about my divorce...
Thank you! And if there are any people out there who would are going through a divorce, a guy named Jamie is writing a book on surviving divorce and he needs stories like yours. Contact him at jamie@howisurved.com. Tell him Meg sent you.
posted by Meg Kelso | 10:17 AM
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Regarding France: Now be honest and thoughtful. And, don't just jump to the popular loud pompous prejudice of a druggie named Rush Limbaugh. I'd go to France literally and figuratively, wouldn't it be wonderful to walk along the Seine in the evening light, visit the Louvre, sample champagne in Champagne and lay on the beach in the Rivera?
This lambastic bias against France has me perplexed. Did you know the Statue of Liberty was a gift from France in the past, and that today France has 1,800 troops in Afghanistan? We shouldn't be mad at France (or Germany which has 2,000 troops in Afghanistan, or even Canada which had 2,000 troops in Afghanistan until last July) because their leaders and citizens saw through the lies about Iraq by some hot shot from Texas. (For reference we have almost 11,000 troops in Afghanistan.) Remember September 11th was staged out of Afghanistan, Osama is still free and Iraq had nothing to do with it. So was getting Sadam worth over 1,700 American LIVES (troops+contractors), almost 11,000 American soldiers suffering from SERIOUS WOUNDS and DISABILITIES and 300 BILLION dollars of our taxes? Not to me!
Although I argue the term "lambastic", this ladies' point is well taken. I was going for humor, nothing else. I have been to France and was treated as well as I have ever been treated in America. Hope I did not offend.
Meg
Bob Dylan sang the sad words in 1962, we thought about them with Nixon, and now unfortunately they seem fresh again today with GWB -
"How many years must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind."
Support our troops in Iraq, no more wounded, no more killed.
I find it sad that while we have perfected war to such an amazing level of effectiveness, we have found no alternative.
Meg
True there are times when there is no substitute, but war should never be an elective. It is that we have leaders, as President Eisenhower warned in his speech leaving office, who are unwilling to accept the simple alternative - no war. There was no national security reason for Bush I to wage war in Panama or for Bush II to wage war in Iraq.
I am sorry "lambastic" was wrong and an overstatement. I enjoy your thoughts and perspectives. I have grown so weary that wrong minded prejudical perspective regarding France and was just surprised by your usage. I hope I didn't offend you.
Yeah, it's a shame we can't ASSUME people are being funny. I sat my youngest down to watch his first episode of All in the Family. Within 5 minutes he made the observation, "This is the most racist thing I have ever seen in my life." He was extremely offended. He wasn't around when we just KNEW racism was a thing of the past and we could laugh at old relics like Archie Bunker and George Jefferson. How sad that we were wrong. I think we were on the right track for a while, but things got screwed up.
And, I have worked with surgeons. I am far too thick skinned to be offended at someone making a valid point.
Meg
So, you wanna know about my stay in a Mexican jail, eh? Sigh...ok...why not?
Well, hey, it was summer 1971 and I was asked if I wanted to go with a friend of mine down to Mexico for a couple weeks. (He was a Spanish language major and liked to immerse himself in the lingo as often as possible.) Well, we had a couple bags of smoke, some beer and Southern Comfort, and money for gas. What else did one need? So, we piled in my 1957 VW bus and off we went looking exactly like the guys from ZZTop...
Truthfully, I don't remember much about the trip down to Guaymas...I suppose it was fun...but there we were...in what, then, was pretty much like paradise. Warm, beautiful, with some of the bluest, warmest water we had ever seen. Anyhow, there we were down at the beach...god, it was hot...and we were REALLY stoned and REALLY horny...and we had picked up a local girl who seemed to enjoy the idea of drinking Southern Comfort and smoking dope with ZZ Top...and fucking her brains out in the back of my bus. And, that's what she and I were doing. Ray, awaiting HIS turn, was stretched out on the front seat (bench seat in the '57) smoking a HUGE doobee...alternately hitting it and passing it to me...while I was hitting it. Well...sigh...see, it was REALLY hot...and ALL the doors were open so we could get some air. An understandable but poor idea, in retrospect.
Along comes this cop...I don't notice at first, what with kneeling behind the (as it turned out...again, sigh...) 14 year old we had befriended...and SHE didn't notice because one's vision is somewhat occluded when your face is buried in a pillow. Well, RAY noticed...and, being naturally somewhat agressive, was busy explaining in his near-prefect UC Berkeley Spanish why the cop should fuck off and leave us alone.
Oddly enough, the cop seemed to take umbrage at that. What was even odder was that he grabbed ME by the arm and pulled my naked (and tumescent) hirsuit body off the oh so willing and delectable young one, and hauled ME off to jail...leaving Ray to raise "bail."
I was scared to fucking death...first, what was I supposed to do with this hard-on? Unlike Rick I could last a tad longer than two minutes...especially aided by Sou Co and smoke. Then, what was going to happen to me in jail? Oh, man...
As it turned out, nothing much happened. The cop put me in a cell...no one else was in residence...tossed in my cut-offs...told me in not UC Berkeley English that the toilet was that hole in the floor, gave me a Mexican newspaper...and left the cell door open. I was brought tepid beans and flour tortillas twice a day, and had all the water I wanted.
Ray, meanwhile, was busy calling his mommy to get ME bail money. He was married too, but thought better of asking his wife (with whom I had been "close" one evening the winter before, unknown to Ray) for money to bail me out, under the circumstances. Ray's ma come thru with something just under $400. (Add THIS to the "odd" list too. Gee, I never did go to court or see a magistrate or whatever they call those folks. Hmm...wonder WHERE the fine went?) In all I spent 3 days in jail, getting out on the 4th day. The cops gave us back my bus, devoid of the smoke and booze we had left (evidence, right?) and saw us to the road out of town.
Damn, that sure was some good pussy, though...sigh...
Why do I get the feeling that there is a Penthouse Forum version of this story?
Meg
Took your bud dude? Bummer.
Am I the only one who wants to go to Uncle's New Year's party? 'Cause I've got a sneaking suspicion that it's still going on :o)
-Stacey
Ya think I'm kiddin'? COME AND GET ME!!!!! I have GOT to get out of this house.
Meg
Hey, Meg...wanna go to Guaymas for a while?
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