So one day she showed up at SPAN Instruments as an assembler.
She was beautiful and caught my attention ‘span’ See what I did there? Laughing out loud
(My attention span truthfully was short in those days, but she captured and held it)
And she was ‘built like a brick shit-house—very sexy—caught me more times than I can recall just staring at her. One problem she had, which kinda ‘marred’ her: she had HORRIBLE teeth. (I ignored this fatal flaw—the rest of her was flawless)
But the thing which was the most endearing and refreshing and charming was that she had such a pleasant Okie-White-Trash Demeanor. Always happy and positive about life. I was in dangerous peril of falling in love with her, but alas, she was married and so was I.
So ‘friends’ is all we could muster.
We worked together in that sweatshop for a year and then I enlisted in the Navy.
Once I mustered out, five years later I went back to work at SPAN
This is a stupid post and pieced together from some stupid Facebook posts of mine. Some of it repeats itself.
Please be kind if you choose to comment, I am mentally challenged.
And yeah I know: the above is a classic example of a ‘comma splice.’ This was intentional in honor of one of my university profs who would drop an essay two letter grades for a comma splice–no matter how good the essay was.
FUCKING BITCH!
All the papers I wrote for that class (1975) were A-plus quality.
This broad had a hard-on for comma splices.
My ‘A-Plus’ papers got “C-Minuses” with red pencil accentuating them:
My fatal errors in punctuation
Cunt tried to kill my creative writing spirit with her pedantic bullshit
Guess what?
She Failed
To my “For Real Friends:”
Do not fret; We good.
Rest of you:
Pay your Money
Take your Chances.
Good luck.
(This is, of course all tongue in cheek. If you are too stupid to understand that, then you have no business ‘reading’ me.)
So spend your flamethrower fuel on someone worthy of flaming–I am not worthy–and trust me: you would lose the flame-war battle anyway. It would not end as you envisioned in your pipe dream
Word to anyone who is wise:
If you are a true friend to me, we be good.
This post is certainly not aimed at my real friends.
Rest of you: Pay your money; take your fucking chances.
Good luck. (This is, of course all tongue in cheek. If you are too stupid to understand that, then you have no business ‘reading’ me. So spend your flamethrower fuel on someone worthy of flaming–I am not worthy–and trust me: you would lose the flame-war battle anyway. It would not end as you envisioned in your pipe dreams) Please trust me on this. I am trying to to save your social media dignity (if you have any left or EVER had any, that is)
P.S. I have no idea what this post was supposed to be about.
I may be drunk.
Not my intention to offend anyone.
But guess what?
If I did, guess how many fucks I give.
Thank you. Drive Through.
And Merry Fucking 2020 Christmas
Feliz Navidad!!!
(I believe that may be ‘Meskin,’ but could be French, or Swahili–who the fuck gives a fuck? I understand what it means and that is the only thing ‘meaningful’ to me: the ‘Understanding’ If any of you have truly ‘read’ me, you’d know I done been ’round the world—fucking twice–I have experienced all kinds of cultures and guess what? I discovered value in all of them. And more importantly, I ‘learned’ something from all of them. Travel is something most stupid provincial dumb-ass Americans should take a shot at. Might make us a better country. Or at least lower the proportion of assholes who inhabit this place.
