To: House Atreides
When I came to live on the prarie, I worked every day... very hard... there was a man who didn't like me. He called me bad names... sometimes he chased me around the tepee.
One day he was calling me these bad names, his face in my face, and I hit him. I was not very big, but he fell down. He fell hard and didn't move. I stood over him with my fist and asked if any other man wanted to call me bad names... No one bothered me after that day.
8 posted on
10/23/2017 10:57:59 PM PDT by
bagster
(Social Culture Warrior (SCW))
To: bagster
I can just see Fauxcahontas reciting the first person script you wrote. There she is, pacing back and forth in a Sweat Lodge filled with other women. Her face still trembles with ‘rage’ at the very thought that a ‘working class’ man who would deign to touch her ‘THERE!’. But that’s not the worst part. Oh no.
The very worstess-worse part of the story is that it never even happened except in her manure lined imagination.
To: bagster
What you did there.....I see it. LOL!
54 posted on
10/24/2017 3:27:35 AM PDT by
Envisioning
(Carry safe, always carry, everyday, everywhere.)
To: bagster
99 posted on
10/24/2017 6:57:37 AM PDT by
JBW1949
(I'm really PC....PATRIOTICALLY CORRECT!!!!)
To: bagster
"...any other (wo)man want to call me bad names?
136 posted on
10/24/2017 6:00:05 PM PDT by
Elsie
(Heck is where people, who don't believe in Gosh, think they are not going...)
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