Or.... "...Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck and she kissed my cheek,
I could see those tears well up in her eyes as she tried to speak, she said...."
and no cheating by searching on the internet!.
a man my age is very young so i'm told.
why do i feel so old.
Or.... "...Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck and she kissed my cheek,
I could see those tears well up in her eyes as she tried to speak, she said...."
and no cheating by searching on the internet!.
a man my age is very young so i'm told.
why do i feel so old.
Country...OK here Goes...
....I fell in Love with a Mexican Girl...I was in love but in vain I could tell...One night a wild young cowboy came in, wild as the west Texas Wind....
and no cheating by searching on the internet!.
a man my age is very young so i'm told.
why do i feel so old.
3) They're never at home and they're always alone
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys- Wasn't it Waylon?
the background to this thread is that i love wearing (?
) a beard, but my wife hates it.
i've changed my profile pic to reflect four states of facial hairiness (if it doesn't show, hit "refresh" on your browser).. i'm interested in your opinions.
Do all British Guys look like Models? I think that Simon and Little Toe clipped their photos from the GQ website.
and no cheating by searching on the internet!.
a man my age is very young so i'm told.
why do i feel so old.
I heat up, I can't cool down # 5You got me spinnin'
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes ABRACADABRA Steve Miller
Where it stops nobody knows
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
and no cheating by searching on the internet!.
a man my age is very young so i'm told.
why do i feel so old.
1: Dearly Beloved, We gathered here Today To this thing Called Life
Electric word Life, And that means Forever, and thats a mighty long Time, But I'm here to tell you...
There is something else...The Afterworld. A world of never ending happiness, Where you can always see the the sun...Day or night...So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills, Yeah you know the one.
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left, ask him how much of your mind is left...Cause in this life, Youre on your own.
2: Some Girls mothers are bigger than other girls mothers...
3: They made up their mind, and they started walking, they left before the sun came up that day...
4: You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind. Cause your friends dont dance, and If they dont dance, they arent no friends of mine.
1. see how many words i could make out of the assembly theme and/or yearly text.. 2. try to guess which section would have the next person get up to go the the bathroom.. 3. stare at cute guys.. 4. get up, pretend i was going to the bathroom, roam the halls and stare at cute guys.. 5. try to see how long i could hold my breath.
In Madera CA, I got to carry the "Quiet Please" sign around, excellent for checking out cute young Pioneers.
Hanging out with the binoculars at Fresno Convention center...
The "dramas" were my favorite. Grown men in burlap gowns pretending to be Joseph. I still have contact with the lady who played Mary Magdalene, she was typecast!
If all else fails, Babtism is good for seeing a little skin!
Great Thread!
the july/august issue of the gay & lesbian review worldwide / the sex-priest scandal issue arrived in the mail today.
i can now post the 3 1/2 page story they commissioned from me.
they gave me a coverblurb: [i'll paste here just part of it, since it is 4000 words long.
I am nauseous. Brings back too many bad memories. My own grandfather was an elder. Family secrets get whispered about me being the result of my Grandfather molesting my mother. I guess that's why my mother was a hard core addict and allowed me to be molested by my step father. That Cycle Stops Here! Jonah
so like i am not sure how to react to latest in my own personal war against my exwife, and my jw parents who for some reason have decided to take up with my exwife...they send her nice regular emails and give her all the info on their regular life and they talk to her like a normal person.
my ex was never a jw...as df'd dub myself i shud have expected that kind of shallow behavior from my parents but for some reason i find that it still hurts to know that my own friggin parents wont communicate with me cuz of that stigma.
like my own friggin mom is going into the hospital cuz she has some type of growth in her brain and neither her nor my dad had the decency to let me know.
My adult life (without the family communication) is as similar and screwed up as my childhood. Both are acts of deprivation placed on me by my family.
Now I am only deprived of blood family interaction.
Childhood I was deprived of Normality. I was deprived of cake and socialization at school birthdays. Made fun of for not saluting the flag. Told who I could associate with (Most people I liked were "Worldly"). I never expected to go to College as "They only taught worldly things," (Like Rational thought!) Most tragic of all is the fact that I expected on a daily basis that Armageddon was coming and I was going to die.
So I often ask myself which is worse...My childhood or not having a relationship with those who gave me that childhood. Thank God for college and Rational Thought!