There I sat on my Mercedes Hamster Low-rider Harley with four on the floor Wanna go for a ride? I called out to those too speechless to answer too awestruck to know all but her, she who raised her hand slowly all but her, I revved her up she purred like a kitten then…… Continue reading Wanna Go for a Ride? – Notthedane56
Cool was I sitting there clothed in my shades catching some rays wanting, wanting to hit the surf The Midwestern prairie with amber waves of rolling grain awaited me and my board me and my board, and my shades I held my finger up testing the wind direction the oats and the wheat…… Continue reading My Shades… – Notthedane56
I thought I was cured. I honestly thought so… After the bi-weekly counseling, the group meetings, the pills and the half dozen rubber bands on my wrist, I thought I was getting free from it. Free from him… OM. I had tried my best not to visit his blog too often, and more specifically…… Continue reading Picture Battle – OM vs Cyra (The Kit Kat incident)
He stomped on my foot “OW!” I cried, while he just laughed So, I grabbed his nose, and twisted it! “Are you mad?” he yelled but kept his balance He grabbed my blouse with his teeth “Gotcha!” he retorted I kicked him where he lived Yes! Right there! “Hey you!” “That is not fair!”…… Continue reading All is fair – Notthedane56
And I’ll keep doing mine… If you don’t mind. While chatting with this good friend of mine today, it came to the subject of policemen (and/or women, of course), and how they now had the weird habit of asking the population to be on the look-out everytime they lost someone. Wether it is a missing…… Continue reading Do your job…
I already talked about the new (well not so new anymore, but still as entertaining) American comedy show, Controversy at the White House. Some people have tried to make me believe that this is actually news, I am watching on tv, but I am not that naive! I’ve been fooled in the past, and now,…… Continue reading Controversy at the White House…
I enter the building that I fondly call “home”. Indeed, after all the overtime spent at the office during the last five years, I’ve come to think that I actually live here, and that I rented a chalet (my apartment) only for the goodwill of Mireille and Fiou. I even considered making a change…… Continue reading M – Part Twelve
I don’t. Almost never…. If I have taken a selfie with you, it is a proof of great appreciation! I don’t have anything against selfies per say. I don’t mind people who like to take them. And I don’t care if people want to take pictures of me… I just don’t get why I’d want…… Continue reading I don’t do selfies.
Nope… It hasn’t subsided. 21h45. It is sooo humid, all the wallpaper has fallen off the walls. And we didn’t have any to start with. Wait! Is that the paint that peeled off????? Hoping brain will work again when the heat goes down… Losing hope. If I am not back, tell the police to…… Continue reading Hawt III…
Not an especially esthetic shot tonight, but this made me wonder if there is anything equivalent to being color blind for the sense of taste?? Coconut + Sriracha? That sounds like brainstorming gone wrong. But that could be just me? If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Cyranny's Cove 