I get what you're saying. Okay, I really don't, but anyways. Hey, I knew this lady that was so "Me, Me, Me," she told me her name was MeMeMe. I'm not kidding. You know I'd never lie to you about a thing like that, if I didn't have to.
Now, what was this blog about? Oh yeah, Drinking JD for oneself and not sharing. Now, that's really being a me, me, me person. Cool, huh?
Where did Johnny go? Did I say something right? Is he frying fish already? Did he go to the service station for a hamburger? Is he on the phone with that mysterious private call? (dramatic music here)
Not only are we OLDbligated, but sometimes we also feel Obligated. As for me, when I talk to my dog sometimes, he looks at me as if he's saying, "What the heck is he On about this time? Can't he just feed me and let me go on my way, messing up things around the house and chewing his extra pair of shoes when he's not home?"
You know all that story I told you about that tv commercial girl who was married and wanted to get with me? Eh, can you keep that story a secret. I wouldn't want everyone on here to know about that. Just keep it a secret, okay? I know I can trust you. Cool. Thanks.
I remember when I was younger, and had a local tv show, this beautiful lady, mmm about some years younger than me at the time. She had legs, skin, hair, everything so beautiful. She tried flirting with me. She wanted to stay late after crew meetings and she offered to do anything I wanted. As tempting as it was, I couldn't do it. She had a nice husband and two nice kids. Her husband and kids were just like the friendly kind you see on old tv shows. Very friendly.
Yet, I didn't go for her. although I could easily have.
However, after she felt I gave her the cold shoulder, the next thing I knew, she was hanging out with guys (at the time) much older than me, who were video production guys. They helped to get her work on TV commercials elsewhere, in another city. But, word was, she was doing things with those other guys.
One of my friends later told me, "Man, she was gorgeous. You should have went for her. She was obviously going to mess up her family situation anyways."
But, I just didn't want to be the Home Wrecker. Was I wrong? Should I have went for it? I don't know. Now, I think.. "I only live once.. maybe, just maybe... or maybe not."
Interesting blog, Johnny. You always have interesting blogs. That's why so many ladies comment on your blogs. They like you.
regarding your BD. I suppose it's better to be early than late. But I do wish you a great one.
In regards to books, I read lots of books in the past... comic books such as Mad, Archie, Beatle Bailey, Plastic Man, House of horrrrorrss, and also a book quite popular for a time, The Joy Of Six, or something like that.
Again, wishing you great fun days and a happiest BD.
this reminds me of some lady I dated years ago. Her little son asked me one day, "Why you dating my mudder?"
I answered, "Because she's nice."
He asked again, "Why?"
I answered "Because she is. She's also pretty."
The kid: "Yeah, but really, WHY?"
He kept on and on asking "Why? Why? Why?"
Out of frustration, I finally just said, "Because she's female and has the right equipment. I'm trying to get some action with her. Okay? What else do you want me to say? I've been lonely and desperate! Sheesh! Go away, kid. Go eat sweets or play with your toys!"
Just wanted to add, you gotta watch out for people who like knives. Sometimes, they may smile and tell you nice things, then when you turn around, they may stab you in the back and say bad things about you.
I remember this one lady telling me what a great date I was. Ahh, but later she told her friends, I was awful and that I didn't even offer her a service station hamburger with nachos and a cherry flavored slurpee.
Here's a quick solution, I think. You see, the lady has a hankering for carving at this time in her life. So, maybe if the guy got her some wood and a nice carving set of knives and saws and whatever the heck else she needs for carving, then maybe she could be more productive and carve out some wooden statues and things. You know, them 3-foot bear statues of wood fetch about 300 dollars, and more so if they're bigger in size. Cool huh?
The outcome of this story would then be, the lady loves wood and the guy likes playing with his instrument. And both are happy that way.
Have a fun day, and don't think so much or don't be so serious all the time. Relax, have a service station hamburger and a drink, or drinks.
if a woman isn't particular okay with something about me, then she can move on. She has to like me for me, and I have to like her for her.
I mean, you know how halfway through the day, pants on guys like us might start to droop, sag and show a bit of plumber's crack? Well, she has to be okay with that. Either that, or guys like us have to get our rear ends back to hold up our pants... otherwise we're looking at wearing suspenders to stop the drooping pants.
just thought I'd mention that, for no particular reason.
I had something else to tell you, but suddenly, and I don't know why.. I'm think beer.. and not just beer, but beer in bottles. What's going on here with this blog of yours?
Oh oh, and with that notice of you leaving the bathroom door wide open as you shower, you've just tempted many CS women to go over there with there CAMERAS and take pics...
be sure not to take too long of a shower.. people start to suspect things when you stay in there too long. And, and be careful not to wash it too fast.
Lots of things can happen with apps. The good thing is, there are many options, alternatives available. I know the I-phone has that FaceTime, and there are many other alternatives to Skype and other such apps. Hope you find one that works for you, and if you stayed with Skype, hope you got the problem resolved.
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Johnny,I get what you're saying. Okay, I really don't, but anyways. Hey, I knew this lady that was so "Me, Me, Me," she told me her name was MeMeMe. I'm not kidding. You know I'd never lie to you about a thing like that, if I didn't have to.
Now, what was this blog about? Oh yeah, Drinking JD for oneself and not sharing. Now, that's really being a me, me, me person.