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Twas The Evening Of Christmas
Posted:Dec 25, 2017 6:04 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2018 3:25 pm
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Twas the evening of Christmas and all over my floor
Was the gift wrapping paper I’d just bought at the store
Toys scattered in piles with no thought, with no care
On tables, on couches, the same on my chair

I grimaced, I grumbled, whilst keeping my chill
Sarcastic remarks about having my fill.
To my room I did exit, To my Sanctum I flee
Clean tables, clean chairs, sweet tranquility

Here in my bedroom, Internet and TV
Comfortable chairs, Oh shit! I need tea!
Then what to my wondering eyes do I see?
The living room mess had increased times three!

I didn’t get mad, no yelling no bitchin’
Turning on the hot water, I started cleaning the kitchen
And I told them a fact of how it would be
If their fine Christmas mess was left here for me

They would have till the In Laws knocked on our door
To pick up the tables, the chairs, and the floor
To pick up their toys, their trash on this night
And put it away where it goes, out of sight

Or, I’ll clean up this mess, clean it all on my own
In one trip to the trash everything will be thrown
There would be no more bitchin’, nothing more said
No visions of toys would dance in their head

Away to my room, away with my tea
To my big comfy chair, internet and TV
For nearly an hour I sat and I waited
Before sneaking a peek on what I’d created

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Spotless chairs, spotless floors and those table tops clear
All heard me exclaim as I squeezed those kids tight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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Am I Wrong?
Posted:Dec 7, 2017 3:47 pm
Last Updated:Jan 4, 2018 4:59 am
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Today at work, I took my usual 11:30 lunch break. I always log on to an internet news site to check on the latest shenanigans. Today I saw an article about a new Tonya Harding movie.

I've always had a hard spot in my crotch for Tonya. I don't know what it is, maybe it's the thick, red layer of lip stick that looked like it was applied with a hard cock, maybe it was that blonde hair pulled back in a pretty braid, maybe I just like chicks that skate around the rink ass-first, I don't know.

Once my Ex caught me checking out a piece of trailer park trash slinking across a parking lot, and asked me, what was it that attracted guys to those type of women, even though they knew so many guys had been there before. I told her it was the same mentality as climbing a mountain, I hadn't been there, and I wanted to plant my flag.

I googled some Tonya pics and found she was looking pretty good, she still had that lipstick, still had that pretty blonde hair, still gave me that familiar lump in my pants. I said it then, and I'll say it now: Tonya should have done porn. I think she would have been happier. I know I would have. Am I wrong?

Me love you long time Tonya!

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