I loved my Uncle Herman but he had a lot of strange habits. He liked to drink formaldehyde and unscrew the bolts in his neck while he listened to Dodger games. He enjoyed peeping at the next door neighbors while they lounged nude around the pool. They were swingers and often had wild parties. Uncle Herman would peep at their activities and it would get him all riled up.
Then he would sneak into my room and get me all riled up.
I loved his long and sensuous fingers as he would stroke my hair and run up and down my naked back and he would take two of the them and slowly insert them into my sopping wet vag.......errrr he had beautiful hands.
I loved my Uncle Herman.
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Vin Scully would not approve.
You're quite the gwynacologist, Troop
As a young child I used to spend hours on the sidewalk in front of our house playing out elaborate extermination fantasies of the ant colonies that nested there. They were harmless black carpenter ant and I was their biggest threat. I staged massacres and impalings on rose bush thorns. I also carried out Dr. Mengelesian experiments like freezing victims just to the point where they would stop moving (ants do this naturally in the winter) and then I'd "revive" them by bringing them out of their thermal coma. Of course many of them didn't make it. Occasionally I'd forget one in the freezer which led my mom to wonder WTF?
I noticed once after a heavy day of ant slaughter that my fingers had a distinct sharp taste. It turns out that that was formic acid I was tasting. The name "formic" come from the Latin word for ant, formica, whence formic acid and formaldehyde. Formica countertops are so named because there is a formaldehyde-containing resin inside.
This ends my confessional and PSA.
I forgot to mention magnifying glasses.
Top headline of the day... Well at least the most entertaining.
Chickie, have you seen the animated film, The Ant Bully?
No Allie, I haven't. It sounds like I may have inspired it though from the IMDB blurb.
chickenlittle: Would you pass a Voight-Kampf test?
I'm human, so yes!
When I was a kid my old man would take me to Fairfield University to watch the Giants training camp. They had many stars but my favorite was Alex Webster. He was great w/ kids, would sign autographs even when tired @ the end of two a day workouts. Webster wasn't as fast or as good as many running backs[he was white after all!] but he played hard on every down. He died yesterday in Florida @ age 80.
AJ Lynch:
"Maybe I shouldn't be so tough on Wright. Without his Blogginheads dumbass suckfests, we never would have heard of Trooper's genius when he re-named it "Boringheads"."
Hehe.
Not to mention the "Niles Crane" riff.
Guilty as charge M'Lord... and then there was that unforunate incident with snails and a salt shaker...which so revolted me that to this day I can't kill snails in my garden.
I miss reading AJ over here.
Maybe Troop should pretend suck up to the Phillies?
My older brother and my son want me to go deer hunting this fall. I like guns but I don't think I could shoot a deer. In any case I don't want to.
chickenlittle, Trooper doesn't have suck up, in him..even fake.
I recently watched the director's cut after having not seen it in ages.
In Dick's original story, Deckard was clearly human, but Ridley's adaptation is less clear...was he a replicant or human?
Was the grim reality of living in the artificiality and chaos of a post-Apocalypse society such that he was no longer sure, or cared?
There's no connection between the Dick story and the Scott movie. I don't think there ever was, except somebody said, "Hey, let's a make a movie out of this Dick story Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep," then wrote a screenplay which was immediately tossed out for another one called "Blade Runner".
Then someone back-fitted the names and some of the locations.
Dick's story, as all of his stories seemed to be, were about the distinction between what we perceive and what is real, and if there is a difference.
I was on the coast of Connecticut all weekend. My hubby had a very strategic meeting at Foxwoods-which is fucking huge. He stayed at the MGM (500.00/night).
We went to Mystic and Groton and Norwich and New London.
New London is hope of The Magic Dick-a magician.
New London is also home of Kelo.
We had sex three times. Once before bed, once we got up and did it and then we did it in the morning.
The rare clumber gets upset when we do it and goes in the bathroom-giving me big time attitude.
We also had dindin at a fabulous Lebanese restaurant called Pita something. We spoke with the owner, who lives in The Meat Packing District and has a pizza place in The Village, but owns this fabulous lebanese restaurant in Mystic. He was 1/2 Italian and 1/2 lebanese, but wore a cross. He sat at our table and talked to us forever. I would of done him.
tits.
You can take a boat from New London to Long Island as well as Block Island-the inferior Martha's Vineyard.
I dont want to cum for awhile.
My hog is tired.
tits.
home of Magic Dick-the magician.
tits.
That was a very nice quote from AJ but someone emailed me to say it was deleted.
I guess they don't even want to mention my name which is just fine by me. I hope they do the same thing when the show is on.
But I doubt it. Just sayn'
I offered AJ the chance to be a member but he did not reply.
Jesus, Troop, move on.
Have you been to Foxwoods?
Tons of New Yorkers there.
How about New Haven pizza?
tits.
I am trying to Titus but Uncle Herman keeps peeping over there and emailing me about what is going on. Whatyagonnado?
Block Island is worth visiting. Much more laid back than the Vineyard...it's more like Nantucket in some ways.
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