"The illegals I met last night."

Self | 1/1/2012 | Bern Pearson

[Silentgypsy]

That’s how I felt about math until I became an adult. I’m sorry, but some of us mature in our 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. We *do* get there, eventually.
It was foggy, misty and rainy as we crossed the river this AM. Almost like being in one of those creepy movies. Being from the desert, I like moisture and the lush greenery here.
Have to go and do work, but hope to check in again before I fall asleep. Thinking about y’all; prayers up (as usual).

[Monkey Face]

I’ll take the desert over the “lush greenery” any day!

If I want to be in a sauna, I can pay for it. The thing there is that I can always open the door and be back in the desert! LOL!

[Monkey Face]

When I was a brand new bride in San Diego, we had some neighbors downstairs. They were separated for a while, but got together every two weeks or so when their schedules permitted it.

He called her once on a duty night and asked her if she was pregnamt. When she said yes, he said, “I figured. I’ve had morning sickness for the last week!”

Maybe Tom will feel better once the baby is here.

[Old Sarge]

“Dunderhead Dan” refers to the serial troll Danny H.

This little twit got ZOT’ted a long time ago, but keeps making new screen names and spamming PM’s of the FReepers who outed him.

The Mod’s find him out quickly and scragg his accounts as fast as he makes them. He’s a site pest, and little else.

[Tax-chick]

We lived in Tennessee when my husband was in grad school, 1995-96. It could get spooky, all those dead soldiers everywhere. Fortunately, we’re students of history ...

[Tax-chick]

Fortunately, I have reasonably pleasant pregnancies, but when Tom goes on a hormonal rampage, it’s like being trapped with a bull elephant! He’s much larger than you remember. (Shoot, he’s larger than people who saw him last week remember!)

Sally turned up - she’d been down the street playing a neighbor’s little kids.

[Monkey Face]

It would seem that all your kids have grown like weeds. I mean Frankenbaby was just barely figuring out that he had legs! Tom and Bill both were about eye-to-eye with me, and I’m almost afraid to see what the girls have done! LOL!

Probably both are lovely young ladies.

(tagline)

[Tax-chick]

The girls can pass for young ladies, when I make them. Bill is tall, Tom is taller.

[Monkey Face]

I figured Tom would be the taller of the two. It’s probably a permanent thing, so Bill better get used to looking up at his little brother! LOL!

[Tax-chick]

Tom’s feet are much bigger than Bill’s. Bill probably won’t reach 6 feet tall, but Tom is already over and has years of growing time left. Pat and James will probably be the same, and then Vlad and Frank.

[NicknamedBob]

I like Maxwell. He had the good sense to employ demons when convenient.

[null and void]

And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

[Silentgypsy]

The dead soldiers and I are united. No matter what happens, the dead soldiers are at my back in a firefight.

[Silentgypsy]

Thank you for cluing (clueing?) me in.

[Monkey Face]

*sigh*

You’re so romantical!

[Tax-chick]

What’s a little spookiness among neighbors, anyway ...

Just drive carefully in the fog - don’t want to hit a large ruminant.

[Chode]

done

[Silentgypsy]

We old people have to go to sleep. You young’uns have fun!
G’night!
P.S. Praying for y’all!

[Darksheare]

Dunderhead Dan is a multiretread who is multiple things.
He has stated that he is pro-gun bans, pro-homosexual marriage, and pro-illegal immigration, yet he insists that he is a conservaive because an online test he supposedly took says so.
He adds profane keywords to threads and then spams people who posted in those threads.
You end up with multiple freepmails fro this guy.
And, when caught, he pretends to be somebody other than who he is.
And he gets really P.O’d when you tell him that you know who he is.

[NicknamedBob]

"Just drive carefully in the fog - don’t want to hit a large ruminant."

Any sensible roommate wouldn't be wandering around in the fog.

The discussion reminds of my "Gas Blues", though.

"The fog on the mountain ...", ah yes, I remember the fog quite well:

I’ve got the “I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town” Blues!

I was cruisin’ my pick-up,
Goin’ up hill and down.
My tank was on empty,
I looked for a town.

In the fog on the mountain,
I was driving real slow,
Saw a neat little valley,
With a town down below.

So I drifted on down there,
On the fumes in my tank,
Looked around for a station,
All I saw was a bank.

Last time it was open,
LBJ ruled the day.
There was no gas to purchase,
And no way I could pay.

(Chorus)I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!

There I sat in my truck,
I was down at my heels,
I’d run clear out of luck,
Guess you know how that feels.

When a scruffy old feller,
Offered something to drink.
It was something so horrid,
It might kill me I think.

But I had to be friendly,
So I told the man fine,
Got a gallon of moonshine,
For a buck twenty-nine.

I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!

I knew I couldn’t drink it,
For it reeked and it stank,
So just to get shet of it,
I poured it into my tank.

Don’t know what I was thinkin’
Tried to start my old truck,
Well, she ran like a new pup!
Had a change in my luck.

Bought some more of that homebrew,
For a price I can’t beat,
Keeps me rolling much better,
Than the gas on your street!

I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!

I went back pretty often,
Bought up most of their stuff,
They thought me a drunkard,
Who just can’t get enough.

I kept up the pretense,
Who gets gas for that price?
They called me the town drunk,
I just thought it was nice!

Then one day I got busted,
They discovered my game,
For some reason they’re angry,
Now it can’t be the same.

I got the I can’t Be the Town Drunk Anymore ‘Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Ain’t nobody gonna give me nothin’ but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til I’m clear outta sight,
They don’t want me takin’ up their time or their booze!

NicknamedBob. . . . September 27, 2005