When I was a kid, back in the 60’s, a kid I went to school and church with got his eye popped out by getting hit with a baseball bat. He accidentally walked into a bat being swung by another kid during warm-up..................they rushed him to the hospital and put his eye back in and he was okay after that......................
ecause of some sad circumstance, a boy needed a glass eye. His family was poor, they could not afford a real one made of glass. His father did the best he could for his son and carved him an eye out of wood.
The boy suffered socially as a result of his wooden eye. Children teased and taunted him. He had difficulty dating because of that wood eye. He persevered despite the cruelty of his peers.
Then one day he met a wonderful girl. She was all he’d dreamed of, but she had a wooden leg. She too had endured the meanness that teenagers can inflict on one another. Smitten, our young man asked her for a date and she accepted.
The boy and girl had a great time on their date. Things had gone well, it was so nice for each to be with someone who understood what the other had been through. Both made it a point to not even discuss their struggles so they’d both feel comfortable.
At the evening’s end, they returned to the girl’s house. The boy, feeling the date had gone well, boldly asked the girl if she’d like to go out again soon. She smiled and said “would I?” Feeling she was humiliating him as so many others had, the boy yelled back at her “peg leg, peg leg”.
The spit that fixed everything. Some on here need that spit to heal their hurt feelings about the Syria bombing by the United State.
That’s hilarious! I grew up before there were bike helmets. We didn’t care, and Mom didn’t know where we were until we borrowed a neighbor’s phone or came home.
Unless there were copious amounts of blood or a bone sticking out, we took our next turn at bat...
Great write-up. Very well done. Thanks.
Are you a professional writer? If not, you should consider it. You’re like the FReeper version of Dave Barry.
Thanks for a Friday morning smile.
Well done! You’re a veritable Robert Benchley.
Ha, ha!
I got a gal with just one eye
No depth of field but sweet as pie
And I just don’t careo
If her vision is in stereo
To me she’ll always be the tops
My sweet little cyclops
She’s the one-eye, one-eye, one-eye, one-eye
She’s the one-eye, one I love
Now you might wonder what she’s thinkin’
‘Cause it looks like she is winkin’
In arguments I yell and cry
But she just can’t see the other side
It’s worse than it looks, says her mother
‘Cause she’s blind in one, blond in the other
She’s the one-eye, one-eye, one-eye, one-eye
She’s the one-eye, one I love
Now how it happened, she just won’t spill
Was it scissor sprint or William Tell?
Well the eye got put out and was never found
Gone to take a look around
My Columbo cutie, Popeye punkin’
Sammy Junior, Sandy Duncan
She’s the one-eye, one-eye, one-eye, one-eye
She’s the one-eye, one I love
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I have just read many of your "In Forum" FR postings going back a while and all I can say is that you're a great asset to this board in your use of wit, satire, irony, sarcasm, parody, even buffoonery, all of which are among the historic tools of literary writing....especially when employed in your well-done commentary in this forum.
Keep up the good work.
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I thought this was going to be about Mullah Omar.
You made me just about hork my lunch from laughing so hard. I haven’t laughed so hard since I read the one about the man testing the Taser on himself. Thanks for that.