Well, I've asked around and they'd charge me a third of the cow. I'm not giving up a third of my win to get something done which I can do myself with a baseball bat and a chainsaw.
Is this a very US southern thing? You know, when they have a farm or a mansion and up on a hill overlooking the property, there will be a big lonely tree, under which there is a small family graveyard to which the old man with the sad look on his face walks up every day and speaks to a son lost young in a war, or a wife he misses more than anything.
I can walk around naked, I can even cook naked, and pee with the door wide open and do all those things a man can do when the woman is away on a trip.
WOO-HOO!
I've put on the sports channel on the telly. I'm not even watching it, don't want to watch the re-run of the boring none sport which is F1, but I've turned it on loud because I feel like having a very manly vibe to this place now.
The bloody cow will not stop to look at me with sad eyes.
I brought out a baseball bat just as to knock it out, call it peasant soporific, but it seems to recognize what the bat will be used for and I can’t manage to sneak up on it from behind.
Maybe I should go back to the bingo and try win a bull that could be charming it while I jump on this one from the back.
I wonder if I could do it with the neighbour's chainsaw.
Which part on the body of a cow is the sausages? My mom always kept frozen sausages, which was great and easy for us kids to take out and make something of.
That's the silliest thing I've ever seen. A woman brings her own tooth paste, like I would not have any.
Why didn't you bring your own bog paper, or your own drinking water, or why not your own oxygen because we might, just might have been fresh out of air to breathe?
I left the east side for a west coast beauty A girl who burned my thoughts like kisses She was down by street decree She swore she'd pull my best years out of me Fat painted lips on a live wire beauty A tangerine girl with tambourine eyes Her face was my favourite magazine Her body was my favourite book to read
They say that all poets must have and unrequited love As all lovers must have thought provoking fears
But holding on to you means letting go on pain Means letting go of tears Means letting go of rain Means letting go of what's not real Holding on to you
Hey, beautiful, remember when I sang this to you, in bed, the day before we were parting again....
All my bags are packed Im ready to go Im standin here outside your door I hate to wake you up to say goodbye But the dawn is breakin Its early morn The taxis waitin Hes blowin his horn Already Im so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that youll wait for me Hold me like youll never let me go cause Im leavin on a jet plane Dont know when Ill be back again Oh babe, I hate to go
Yeah, well, you got sort of a point, but that bit with the beyond stars kind of made me sad because it reminds me how far off she will be, she might as well be taking off to some other star (spangled) part of the universe.
No, I really do not know if this is love she really shows, when her priority is seeing her son way over there instead of simply us being together so she can make me breakfast, dinner and supper every day.
People, every single time we've spent days together, she does nothing but sleep.
She tries to be all nice about it and say that it's because she feels relaxed and truly comfortable an all (or maybe it's because I exhaust her with love making, I dunno) but really, you should see her, she could break the world sleeping record, for sure.
You say tomatoe, I say tomato But let's not call the whole thing off!
Your first meal when you arrive into my arms this time will be a special based on Solanum lycopersicum.
Or maybe I should simply.... yeah.... that's it..... I will strip you down naked..... chop up a bag full of tomato and smear it all over you then lick you clean off them. Body tomato sallad.
Oh, and by the way, why are you changing the story now? I thought it was I who moved mountains and rocked your world and everything? Wasn't that what you said when we made love the first time? And the second, and the third, and the etc etc?
Well, I'm going to get even with you then. When you get on your bloody plane and fly off west, I'll be getting on the tram that will take me as far east as possible here, and then I will be stood at the end stop shouting up towards the bloody sky telling whatever is up above that I'm not missing you either, even if I very much am.
My girl is already not near, she is too far as it is. A couple of countries apart, we are. We've met many times, spent many days together, but she's not with me every day so that's more than a bit of crap.
Now, she's taking off to spend time with her son, in US for a couple of weeks. She will be even more far away from me.
So how does this work.
Is she supposed to be missing me more with each mile she travels further away from me, or what?
I think so. It would be kind of logical that she would cry more and more with each bloody mile that plane takes her away from me rather than to me, don’t you think?
But she sounds quite happy about going further away, to her son. I'm not sure if I'm very happy with that sort of mindset.
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when you're talking about getting on a plane far from me?
Have you ever won a milking cow on cow bingo?
Well, I've asked around and they'd charge me a third of the cow. I'm not giving up a third of my win to get something done which I can do myself with a baseball bat and a chainsaw.I only need to know which part is the sausages.
And the kebab, which part is the kebab?