Mama M emailed me to say that she thinks I am too mean. I think she is just angry that I am teasing RH Hardin about being a ....well.....a chicken fancier so to speak.
Sorry Mama M, I didn't mean to be mean. But if I meant to be mean, I would be mean in my own voice. It's not like I don't do that you know.
Oh by the way....nice cock.
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There now, Trooper. Buck up. It's not good for you to get so hot and peckish over such a small thing. Words don't matter a bit. And besides, MamaM never said you were mean. Why, you're one of her favorite boys. Right after RH. In fact, if it will make you feel better she'll make you one of her Blog Favorites so you and RH can sit together, like brothers. You know Mama just loves your puckish ways. You need to slow down when you read, take your time and read all the words. Mama told the world you were a creative character and a one-of-a- kind person. See how she loves the Troop?. It was that nasty old Titus who got her all worked up.
Shhhhhhh. If you just sit quiet Mama will sing that song you like so much. The one about pulling the cape off the Ole Lone Ranger. You can join in when we get to the chorus and if that doesn't cheer you up, Mama will run you a nice hot bath. With bubbles. Here we go:
"Uptown got its hustlers
The bowery got its bums
Forty Second Street got Big Jim Walker
He a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah he big and dumb as a man can come
But he's stronger than a country hoss
And when the bad folks all get together at night
You know they all call Big Jim boss, just because
And they say you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off an 'ole Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim"
You know I love you Mama M.
Only the people we love get their own series here at Trooper York. If you are in with the in crowd you get your own set of posts with tags and everything. Just like blake, chicklit, ricpic, Michael H, Jason (the commenter), Crack Emcee, Dust Bunny Queen, Windbag and Titus. So sit back and enjoy the ride.
Mama I want some love too.
And make me some pasta and gravy NOW!
Well, I suppose that might be true. Being with an in crowd feels mighty tempting. Plus, I like rides, so I guess I can settle my feathers. But you need to know something. That picture you posted isn't me. My sister and I get confused for each other a lot. Here's the difference: I wear glasses and like bigger cocks.
Titus taxes Mama's supply of unconditional love.
It's hard for her to refuse a hungry dog. One thing's for certain. She's firm about keeping them outside the house until she's sure they aren't full of fleas.
There, there, little Troop. Those ruffled feathers aren't becoming to such a playa. People might start to think you're a lib if you can dish it out, but can't take it.
Oh I can take it deborah. I just love to mix it up so wen it starts I jump right in.
You do realize that MamaM is Meade right?
Really?
I just love to mix it up
"Bake a new cake" is MamaM's motto. She's a fair hand with yeast too, good with the rise.
Fried chicken happening tonight. Honest and truly, with the Mister in charge of acquisition and cooking. Mama can wring a neck or two when necessary but hates to watch birds run around without their heads.
Meade's got another sock puppet?
All Meade sock puppets have holes in 'em. Darn it.
A little stretched maybe, but plenty functional. A lot of good life left in this sock.
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