Did you ever start reading a piece because you took the crafty title bait? Who of us hasn’t at one time? We fall for it over and over. I do every day!
Sadly, some stories are no longer in circulation. But fear not, you are in luck, as we DO have all of the titles!
I hope you enjoy these gems, and please highlight and tell me which title grabs you:
1. The Sex Life of Elderly Amazon Women Worm Charmers Immediately Following The Hunt
2. Man is Gender Confused, Living in Women’s Locker Room for a Year Without Any…
Don’t you hate it when someone makes a comment that you don’t like? The remark can be in passing or quite intentional and direct. Whatever the case, call me old school, I prefer to hear these unfavorable statements with my ears, not via my eyes.
So, please don’t bother emailing, texting, or writing in any form, any words or word combos that I may not agree with or not like. Just give me a call, or knock on my door instead. There it is, two old boy — not, ‘Good ol’ boy’ — options.
Anyway, the world would be better…
Bigfoot could not stop giggling until he broke free of my weak grasp and escaped, light of foot. I found him hiding behind a grand old oak tree as he was looking away from me. I neared quietly and tagged him.
“Damn!” Bigfoot cries, “I guess I’m buying, again, and I have a lot to learn at tag and tickle-fights.”
We kick a stone back and forth like a soccer ball till we arrive, and he opens the Main Street Soda Shop door.
“Skippy, you are my only friend. Sorry for stepping on you.”
Well, you are the tallest student…
I am new to Medium, and a novice. I have learned a lot about life since reading your stories.
You lift my spirits, help me learn, and open my mind to fresh perspectives.
You are my world of wonder worthy of exploration.
I have lost some followers too. That is not bad. Visitors tickle me, and I am grateful and honored to have enjoyed their stroll through my stories.
Most importantly, I feel a connection with you!
Thanks for reading!
I get more joy out of seeing your shared success. I honestly do!
Life, like memorable poetry, is brief.
Life is full of great questions.
There is little time for excessive formality.
What are our lessons left unlearned?
Do we try to live our lives through others?
Do we feel trapped in a career path?
Are words a meaningful product giving life?
Relating is a dance of wonder worth living.
Love oneself, others, and the world in which we do find ourselves.
— May this film usher peace and acceptance to you as it has to me.
Thanks for reading!
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When my life is sad I need pics of pups
Nothing less will pick me up
When my friends see me in a slump
They say, what’s up?
And then they show me a pic of a pup in cup
If you show at my door with a bone to pic
Hold it out like ol’ Saint Nick
And my pup will bust out a cute trick
Whatever you do
Bring a bone or two
And puppy will be happy to chew with you
Sunday mornings after we leave our church pew
Parishioners are true to forgive his doo doo
‘The Great Leader,’ dolled up.
The situation is so sad that all we are left with is the dramatic duality of laughter and tears. Nobody sincerely cares.
As a regular writer on this platform today, I wish I could make this a happy and amusing piece from beginning to end. But, eventually we need to bring in the picnic blanket and close the shutters.
Should I wish rainbows and gumdrops upon a foreign nation’s leadership out to destroy us. …
I was used and turned into an unwitting sex object
Police and Interpol will put the perv away for life
What the heck happened?
Well let me tell you…
Some freak took a pic of me off my FB page
It was an honest everyday pic
Capturing the day of my college graduation
She — I know it was an old girlfriend — got angry
She was scorned when I refused to lose my virginity
So why am I upset?
Because she went full pervy chick-porn on me
She altered my online pic!
It was more than a simple crop…
Love takes very little energy
We relax and allow love to flow through us to others
Love is our spirit’s comfort we flee to
That dream that we see with our guiding eye
That is an energy schlepping draining fate
Hate won’t get anyone a second date
But love is always there for us everywhere
Our lives are a flowing song our essence sings
No hiding our power and passion that rings
We come from love and therein we do return
Us being treated fairly is nice but doesn’t matter
We are all the same regardless of flatter
Women need men who listen
I nodded my head and it made them glisten
Gave them what they’ve been missin’
It was not my plan
I’m sure you’ll understand
I was just being a human, a man
They missed their bliss
It wasn’t a kiss
But the ear of a man they missed
We men are doers
Not wimps but movers
To sit and listen was for ‘losers’
But women are communicators
Not seeking debaters
Unfulfilled by earless dictators
So I come along
Not very strong
Listening as they tell me I belong
I say nothing
I do nothing