Okay, so I’d never call the Reading Rainbow theme lame, but the only thing that would make this any cooler would be a cameo byLeVar Burton… and maybeTroy crying in the corner. |CommunityFavorite Video FridayJimmy FallonkazooLeVar Burton,...
“Go outside and play,” was probably one of the most-common parental commands in my day. Right behind, “Stop crying or I’ll give you a reason to cry,” and “Don’t make me pull this car over”, and (one of my dad’s favorites) “I don’t care who started it, I’m ...
Thai music on the tape deck, and of course the ‘bus nutter’ sat in front of Kitty and myself. Some Dutch guy on a mission (apparently) to find an elusive ‘no one’s heard of it before’ hide
“Pul–lease. I’ve been crying for hours. Weeks.” “Yeah, I know. I read your 23 blog posts. and the thousand and three tweets. What is it this time?” I should have just put the phone down. I’m soft as shit, me.
It’s a crying shame. Most girls are unfulfilled. Tragic. There have been some studies that show that women judge men based on sexual performance; it’s a fitness signal. A girl will say that she was really into that guy at the bar until he opened his mouth. Similar happens in bed....
…but he’s the only human being I think I’ll ever see again. Oh God, how long till I go? How fucking long till I just black out and don’t wake up. PLEASE. Oh, God, please. (Crying for approximately thirty seconds. The next two minutes of the audio is also muffled and could...
1— Drunk Guy at La Puerta Restaurant You will encounter this random event at Goma Street in La Puerta, at the La Spada Seafood restaurant. You will notice two friends having an argument while they are drunk. One of the friend is concerned for his buddy's well-being and doesn't allow ...
I was literally crying. I sent it to my 11-year-old grandson who sent back a laughing /crying emoji. Number two: One of my favorite things to do is to peruse antique/vintage/junk stores or barns or whatever. My grandson and I share this also. He looks for bobbleheads, finding the...
he was not conflicted. He had promised he would return and return he did, arriving back at his parish just in time for Easter. Three months later, he was found dead in his rectory. He had been tortured but had taken it in silence–he knew that crying out would endanger those around ...
as much as I might want it to be. And my past is little more than a distraction. I have chosen and choosenotto live in it. I chose and choose to focus on mynowand if, perchance, an opportunity presents itself in my “soon-to-be” to become more than the guy writing this piece...