Back home again.
Returned from Huskisson late yesterday from attending our #2sons 3rd wedding. A very lavish affair which was attended by about 300 people on our sons 5 acre W/front property. Everything went to plan apart from the six inches of rain which failed to put a damper on things, adequate cover had been planned beforehand.
It was like a huge family reunion, but without any bitching for once. well I'm not saying anything untoward to keep the peace. The reception went on from 330 pm to past midnight when by that time we were full to the gunwales. Our son Christopher drove our car there and back other wise I would have had to wait two days for the breathalyzer to read minus.
Well that's about all; it's hardly something a mere male can elaborate on apart from wishing the happy couple the usual condolences and of course the best of luck in the future, and hope they will live happily ever after.
Vest.
It was like a huge family reunion, but without any bitching for once. well I'm not saying anything untoward to keep the peace. The reception went on from 330 pm to past midnight when by that time we were full to the gunwales. Our son Christopher drove our car there and back other wise I would have had to wait two days for the breathalyzer to read minus.
Well that's about all; it's hardly something a mere male can elaborate on apart from wishing the happy couple the usual condolences and of course the best of luck in the future, and hope they will live happily ever after.
Vest.
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TOILET OUT OF ORDER. PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW
In a Laundromat:
AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES: PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT
In a London department store:
BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS
In an office:
WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN
In an office:
AFTER TEA BREAK STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD
Outside a secondhand shop:
WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING - BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?
Notice in health food shop window:
CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS
Spotted in a safari park:(I sure hope so)
ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR
! !
Seen during a conference:
FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN'T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR
Notice in a farmer's field:
THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.
Message on a leaflet:
IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS
On a repair shop door:
WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESN'T WORK)
Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the stupidity and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to (maybe even a chuckle). We all need a good laugh.
Kind regards Pat, Tues Sept 9 08
Pat: I was never at Poole but at WNTS At Nth Elmham Norfolk. In the late forties, students from WNTS were transferred to Poole. the down turn in the intake of Cannon fodder for the Royal Navy supplied by the WNTS College created an economical problem for the administrators, so the WNTS college was sold, and partly demolished around the early 50's. Unfortunately I cannot recall your fathers name from around 300 students, and I left WNTS around 0900 Wed January 7 1942(I wonder why I remember that so clearly?)
If you call again please leave a forwarding address, Tel No or Email address. thank you for calling. Vest
Also Rebekah; Tony's new bride, is 13 years his junior.
Few get to the "Till death do us part" thingy.
Some love rats accelerate that segment of the vows but wind up in the slammer. Very few wedlocks go the distance these days compared to a century ago, lack of foresight, guts, selfishness the main culprits. but the key issue is being able to compromise.
Jay BTW: Did you Understand the 'Hat size' comparison?
In all my previous affairs, not once was I the leading force during the inaugural proceedings. Nonetheless, I found the invitations to be too exciting to pass up, despite the fact that in most cases they ended in sadness or a stalemate.
My association with these dear ladies gave me a quality of life I had never before experienced. Their integrity was of the highest order. Although I was torn away from them through no fault of our own, those beautiful people provided the template for my expectations of a lifetime partner.
These dear ladies, I am now able to say, were highly successful, and I truly thank them.
There is no doubt in my mind that some friends and relatives who I love dearly will view my pre-marital romps and escapades with derision or contempt. They may ask, “How could you resurrect your past in this manner? How unthoughtful!” Well, as unthoughtful as it may seem, I am aware of many indiscretions committed by my own family and friends, and would be pleased to hear from those who have never dilly-dallied during their present or former relationships before they pass through the pearly gates.
It would be mindful for all to remember that my last ‘escapade’ is still successfully ongoing after fifty-two years. By the way, for those who have not made this happen, the secret to making a relationship work for both partners is for each person to make the other person’s needs their top priority. This tricky concept is also called ‘compromise.’
Having received all the motherly care I could hope for, I felt I had something to give in return from what I had learned.
My knowledge of civilian life was minimal, so I started preparing for the inevitable by learning from the available sources. At the age of twenty-five I was about as dim as a Toc H lamp with a useless, nautically indoctrinated brain. Over the course of two years, I learned about local politics, lawful procedures, banking, housing, civil employment, general civil infrastructure, and my responsibility regarding each of them.
By the time I married my beautiful Mary, who possessed all the qualities necessary for a happy, rewarding marriage, I had taken on a protective role (not motherly!) My lovely Mary was eight years younger than me, a beautiful, grown woman at nineteen years of age. Mary was then and still is the love of my life.
Mary, to whom I have now been married for fifty years and whom I have known for fifty-two years, is always a joy to be around and a great source of happiness. She is also, I may respectfully add, a great lover. Our unions have been more than gratifying. The proof in the pudding, so to speak, was her successful delivery of our five, healthy sons.
Our first words to each other in the morning and the last words at night are “I Love You” or occasionally, “After that, love, I reckon we could do with a cup of tea.”
I did the same thing when I left for work every day. At first she seemed a bit tense about being kissed on the mouth, but after a few days, she was obviously looking forward to it. In addition to my morning and afternoon kisses and hugs, I began hugging her and kissing her other times during the day. I wanted her to get used to being hugged and kissed for no real reason.
Her comment told me I was getting to her in exactly the way I wanted to. "Why would it be wrong for me to make my mother feel good?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I...I dunno," she murmured. "I...I was just wonderin', you know?"I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there again. And again I felt the little shudder run through her. "Well, don't worry about it," I told her after I finished nuzzling her. "I'd never, ever, do anything to hurt you."She looked up at me, smiled, and took my hand. "I know you won't," she told me.By the end of the first month, my mother had to be the most hugged, kissed, caressed, and tickled woman in the county.
I was sitting at the breakfast table one morning, nearly a month after I'd begun my seduction efforts, when mother, who was standing at the stove, surprised me with a question. "What's it supposed to feel like when...?"I turned to look at her and was surprised to see that her face was bright red. "What's it supposed to feel like when what?" I asked.
I didn't think it was possible for her face to get redder, but it did. "When...when you...when somebody...when they do...um...sex?" she asked.It wasn't a question I expected to hear, but it certainly was a welcome one.
I stood up, walked over to where she stood, and took her into my arms. "It is supposed to feel better than anything ever felt," I told her. "It's supposed to be the best feeling in the world."She pressed her face against my chest. "Did...when you...when you did sex with them girls at college...did...was it...was it...like that...with...with them?" she murmured."It felt really good," I told her. "But I've never had a sexual experience that is as wonderful as I've heard described in things people have written."She leaned back in my arms and looked at me, wide-eyed. "You...you mean people write about doin' sex?" she asked. "You're puttin' me on, right?"I shook my head and smiled.
"Stories that are well-written and believable. Some of it is junk."Mother had a very sad look on her face as she gazed into my eyes and shook her head. "There's a whole lotta stuff I don't know about, isn't there?" she asked. "I mean, I'm just a dumb old country hick, right?""You're not dumb," I snapped. "Don't ever let anybody tell you that. You're a bright woman.""Then how come I don't know much?""Because you haven't had the chance to learn," I said. "Remember what my teacher wrote on those papers you wrote and I let her grade back when I was in high school?"She blushed a little and nodded."Miss Dixon said they were good, didn't she?"She nodded again. "She said they were 'well written and insightful,'" she murmured.
My plan was working, and things were moving forward...and Mother was setting the pace. "OK," I said.I printed out a lot of information from the web site I'd told Mother about and gave it to her. "There's a lot of information here," I said. "Take your time. And you can ask me if you have any questions."She took the sheaf of papers and held them gingerly, as if she wasn't sure whether she wanted them or not. Then she smiled. "It's a good thing your father can't read, isn't it?" she said."It sure is," I said. "But there are some pictures in there. If he sees them he's going to wonder what you're up to.""Pictures..." She leafed through the pile of papers and turned bright red again when she saw some of the drawings of people making love. "Oh, Lord!" she exclaimed. "I don't know 'bout this.""If you want, I can white the pictures out," I said.Mother, still blushing, looked at me and smiled.
will find it everywhere
not only in the Bible
even in a good porn story
- annony mouse
Posted by Jimmy at 5:00 PM
Also would you be so kind as to remove your obscene comment from your previous post, that which relates to my family. Vest.