God has a sense of humor....

And, boy, is it bent.
Before I get into the reasons why I'm so sure of this, I want to be clear about one thing....
Last night I talked by IM to a dear friends son, as you (who pay attention) already know...lol. (If ya haven't been (paying attention) lately...ya missed it!) Andy's son found me. Andy...my Andy. The "Gentleman Cowboy" I get so...'passionate' about...'passionate' being the pc word for vitriolic and emotionally charged, that is. Yeah...that one. Well, I got to spend a coupla hours talking to him. It was great and I hope we don't lose contact completely ever again.
However....after that, I was talking to 'Some-say-rain' and she damn near killed me with that three-legged cat shit....lmao, again. So, I had to post that part of the dialogue just to show ya's why I keep YM, in spite of the dipshits who find me....meaning that dopey dude from last week. And, I did. And, I said why. But, it woke me straight up when it hit me hours later...."Oh Gawd! I hope Richard dosen't see that and think that I meant him somehow...Hell, I know he's not Italian..." Rich said he hasn't read too much of this blog yet...when he found his Dad's name, he emailed me and kinda left it at that. (He said he almost didn't...wasn't sure...finally decided to go on and do it...Yep. Those were Andy's fingerprints on his back. That 'didn't let it go' part? That's an Andy trait, through and through...lol Thank GOD for that tenacity.)
Anyhow...
Rich...the 'stupid Italian guy' was this fucknut who IM-ed me outta the blue last week and was just totally stupid. If you read back a few days, you'll see it. I just want to make sure YOU know I didn't mean you.
Oh, and by the way, the Firebird guy has now dropped into fourth....
Hearing from Rich is the best thing IM-ing has ever brought, which wouldn't have been possible without Paul and the proficiency I've gained from him so he's second, Rains cat story is third (yes, I'm still giggling at that shit) and the car guy is fourth...
And, yeah, God's sense of humor is still bent, but that's gonna be my next post, actually. If, in the meantime, you'd like even more proof than what I'll be offering, go here. There's allll the proof you'll ever need...lmao. We've progressed over there from farting to pooping stories, which I added to (of course) with a little anecdote about farting, a horse and pooping in a pocket. It's in the comments. Go read. I'll be back with more about God's warped sense of humor in a bit...
Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 02:37 PM

Comments

1 Dying to hear about how one would get horse poop in thier pocket. Not to mention how one would know what it tastes like (from previous conversation...I was to polite to ask at the time).

Posted by: kenna at February 01, 2004 07:51 PM (0SrUW)






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