When I lost, I wanted to know why? I thought I had the title in a bag, but found out I wasn’t even in the running. I patted myself on the back so much, I guess I believed that I was the best.
My mother raised six kids and I was the one left in the dark most of the time, and that scared the crap out of me. But then, I was the oldest and always got the neck of the chicken and I was promised the next time around, I could have a leg.
Don’t remember why, but the next time chicken was served, I was sent on an errand. When I got home all there was left, were feathers and the dog was chewing on the chicken neck, I cried a lot, as my loving little heart had been broken once again.
Thanksgiving was coming soon, and a big turkey was going to be had for dinner, with all the trimmings. I was again promised a turkey leg all for myself. That day Relatives were coming out of the wood work and from behind rocks and dropping from the sky.
Mother was over whelmed, there wasn’t room for everyone, so I was sent to have dinner with a fourth cousin who I didn’t know. And I was wearing my best pair of bib coveralls. They even had the hooks on both bib straps. I didn’t even need a safety pin!
A girl maybe fifteen years of age, that was drinking a glass of wine, or maybe it was grape juice, I am not sure. She kept lifting her skirt above her knee and trying to get me to follow her into the back room.
When I got a chance, out the front door I went and I ran and ran and when I was several miles away I stopped. I don’t know why I ran, but something told me to. The next day, Mom took me to a drug store ice cream shop and bought me ice cream, until I got sick, then she took me home and put me to bed. That was the best suffering I ever had.
It is many years later, I have a wife and kids and chicken is still being served on Sunday dinners. It’s not the same as when I was a kid. This chicken doesn’t have any skin or bones, it all come with each piece all by it’s self, It don’t even look or taste like chicken. Could it be rabbit?
But anyway, I found a way to get what I wanted, I told the others it was the Easter bunny or cat meat. After that my wife stopped cooking it, but we do have turkey on Thanksgiving Day. I found out that no one in the family likes liver nor do they care much for pork. They all eat hamburger while I eat the other stuff. Well, I did, until the cook stopped cooking.
Now I just drink and drink and drink, water, juice and milk. Milk makes my stomach bad. Juice makes my blood/sugar go ski high. since I had to stop driving, there are no Beer Joints close enough to walk to. Besides, my allowance is so small it wouldn’t even buy a half a glass full.
If you are interested! Donations are accepted with out question, When you give Beer by the case remember, it has to be cold!
Please do not drive with an open bottle, they say it is against the law!
You should remember, Veterans deserve the best!!!!!!!!
That’s Veterans not Veterinarians ……………………………
Okay, Now who took my Bar Stool ?
By; Ben R.
My mother raised six kids and I was the one left in the dark most of the time, and that scared the crap out of me. But then, I was the oldest and always got the neck of the chicken and I was promised the next time around, I could have a leg.
Don’t remember why, but the next time chicken was served, I was sent on an errand. When I got home all there was left, were feathers and the dog was chewing on the chicken neck, I cried a lot, as my loving little heart had been broken once again.
Thanksgiving was coming soon, and a big turkey was going to be had for dinner, with all the trimmings. I was again promised a turkey leg all for myself. That day Relatives were coming out of the wood work and from behind rocks and dropping from the sky.
Mother was over whelmed, there wasn’t room for everyone, so I was sent to have dinner with a fourth cousin who I didn’t know. And I was wearing my best pair of bib coveralls. They even had the hooks on both bib straps. I didn’t even need a safety pin!
A girl maybe fifteen years of age, that was drinking a glass of wine, or maybe it was grape juice, I am not sure. She kept lifting her skirt above her knee and trying to get me to follow her into the back room.
When I got a chance, out the front door I went and I ran and ran and when I was several miles away I stopped. I don’t know why I ran, but something told me to. The next day, Mom took me to a drug store ice cream shop and bought me ice cream, until I got sick, then she took me home and put me to bed. That was the best suffering I ever had.
It is many years later, I have a wife and kids and chicken is still being served on Sunday dinners. It’s not the same as when I was a kid. This chicken doesn’t have any skin or bones, it all come with each piece all by it’s self, It don’t even look or taste like chicken. Could it be rabbit?
But anyway, I found a way to get what I wanted, I told the others it was the Easter bunny or cat meat. After that my wife stopped cooking it, but we do have turkey on Thanksgiving Day. I found out that no one in the family likes liver nor do they care much for pork. They all eat hamburger while I eat the other stuff. Well, I did, until the cook stopped cooking.
Now I just drink and drink and drink, water, juice and milk. Milk makes my stomach bad. Juice makes my blood/sugar go ski high. since I had to stop driving, there are no Beer Joints close enough to walk to. Besides, my allowance is so small it wouldn’t even buy a half a glass full.
If you are interested! Donations are accepted with out question, When you give Beer by the case remember, it has to be cold!
Please do not drive with an open bottle, they say it is against the law!
You should remember, Veterans deserve the best!!!!!!!!
That’s Veterans not Veterinarians ……………………………
Okay, Now who took my Bar Stool ?
By; Ben R.
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