Catholic Church Crimes against Children

Paedophile priest Robert Claffey has admitted to the abuse of 2 more children, His lawyer says he shouldn’t serve more time as he was “vilified” for his crimes.

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Poor little thing ~

“THE HEART APP.!” a poem a.k.a.: “It’s Free!”* a.k.a. “Oh, I Don’t Know About All This Stuff; I Just Try To ‘Deal With It,’ Badly!” a.k.a.: “Another Misinterpreted Message From ‘The Intergalactic Federation of Planets,’ i.e.: Outer Space Folks!” Wednesday: July 10, 2019

Humans! OWN YOUR CRAZINESS! Fall in love!

It’s THE CRAZIEST THING WE’VE EVER HEARD OF!

“I just hope – it NEVER happens to-ME,

For-I-have-MY-DIGNITY!-She’s-my-wife, you see!”**

What’s crazier than LOVE? It’s a “grand compulsion,”

And, once infected, your reasoning suffers expulsion!

Then, Satan (or Jeff, Your Conscience) goes: “What-the-f k’s-going-on-here?”

Your HEART replies: “Have yourself a beer!”

Then, your MIND says: “But I don’t drink!”

“Well, with-Love-you-don’t-have-to!” [The Mind says:] “YOU STINK!”

Well, YES! “LOVE-DOTH-STINK! (pause) but-somehow, you-love-The-Smell!”

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF Y O U! I WANNA RETURN TO HELL,

TO-THE-WORLD-OF: RELIGIONS! HOSPITALS! &-POLI-TICS!”

“OK! Bye!” (aside): “I-hope-this-situation-never-sticks!”

Oh, DANG, Gang! (Bang!) We’re in BIG TROUBLE! Are-we Heaven Bound?

Or (O. M. G.) Have-we-arrived? LOOK-WHAT-I’VE-FOUND?

I found-me A-LOVE-LETTER-with-a-photograph – in-a-secluded-drawer,

And I’m pretty-sure I CAN’T-take very-much-of-this-any-more,

BEFORE I LOSE MY BLANKETY-BLANK-MIND,

Sniffing! Sniffing! This pretty girls’ be – – – d!

DISGUSTING! Disgusting, but (pause) SUDDENLY NICE!

I-dunno! It’s-sort-of-like-EGG-nog, with-too-much-sugar-&-spice!

(O. M. G., JEFF has-“lapsed!” Has his mighty, bloody mind collapsed?)

Jeff: “I (pause) yai!-Yai Yai-I-yai-I-yai-I’ve-been HEART–APP’s- ed!”

“HEART APPS ed!”

fin <3

  • – Facebook Friend ly Reminder: NOTHING’S FREE, is it?

** – My DIGNITY, that-is! Boys don

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  • Nuns~
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My wife the Mystery Queen ~ lives in a Box 🍱

“MYSTIQUE!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Life of Mystery!” from the popular poetic series: MIM MY (Mystique In Mystery, Mucho Yummy) Wednesday: July 10, 2019

There’s only one girl, in-all-The-World, made for-me!

ONLY ONE (There-can-be-only-one!) She lives-across-The-Sea!

She lives in Her Kingdom; she’s a QUEENLY BABE,

And she lives – to LOVE — to moan, to-“outgrabe!”*

Her name is: MYSTIQUE, which-is-A-Mystery,

And her nickname’s: Miss Terry, and “The Prince” says: “Oo-wee!”

“The Duke” – and “The Earl” – and “The Duchess” all agree:

“There’s NO ONE like Terry! Miss Terry we see,

Is the embodiment of Beauty! and Hearts yearn to be,

At her dis-posal! To-serve-[her], naturally!”

If you fulfill her a wish, a blessing will attach;

You can try to serve her, but she’s a slippery catch!

Plus, her OTHER nickname’s: “Teak,” for this wood she adores,

To make her some tables and pillars and doors!

So, Miss Teak (or Miss Terry) is just called: “MISS T!”

I get MISTY-just-thinkin’-of-her, and I-might hug a tree,

IF I miss her too much, for she’s rooted to The Earth,

And has been FOREVER! SHE never had birth!

With-no-birth-[date], SHE-emerged, from a sea shell, we-are-told!

Some day I might touch-her! Yes, I-AM-so-bold,

To imagine I-might-approach – a creature so fair!

An angel? A daemon? With a-lock of her hair,

I think I’d be satisfied; I’d-just stay in my room,

And touch-her-hair-a-lot, smelling its mysterious, strange per-fume!

There’ll be a sign on my door, or, maybe-more-like-a[n]-“headstone:”

“DO NOT DISTURB! LEAVE THIS MYSTERY ALONE!”

Inside! (if you can get through) will-be-The-Crazy-Lover – of-Mystique,

Forever with her locks? magical and sleek!***

fin <3

  • – a term found in Lewis Carroll’s “The Jabberwocky!” Humpty Dumpty explained it to Alice one day: “What does ‘outgrabe’ mean?” “Well, ‘outgribing’ is something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle; you’ll hear it done, maybe–down in the wood yonder–and when you’ve once heard it, you’ll be quite content. Who’s been repeating all that hard stuff to you?” “I read it in a book”, said Alice.

** – D[a]emon: a powerful spirit of universal proportions, not necessarily “evil!”

*** – A million years passed, and one day his door-did-fall! – – – and-there’s Mr. Silly Pants, 1000 Mystiques tall! – – – For he’s been cloning-each-precious-hair – to make many Terry-s, so-fair! – – – And they need to find water, across-The-Sea, over THERE!

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Little birdie ~ I really do love you

“I REALLY DO!” a poem 10 July 2019 (Woden’s Day!)

I love the little birdies (and kitties); they’re happy and gay,

And they chi-irp! and they me-eow – in-The-Most-Natural-Way!

They’re-so-shy (like me!) and-they-like-to-eat-too,

And-I-like-feeding-them nice-stuff, I do!

Golly, if-there’s-a-Heaven, I’m sure they’re from there;

They-don’t-seem-to-ever-hate-nothin’ – and haven’t-a-care,

UNLESS!!! Kitty shows up when the birdies are eating!

Then, they squawk-and-dive-bomb, giving kitty a beating!

Or, sometimes – when Mr. Raccoon shows up at night,

Then! “Tabby” and “Rory,” well, they have a little fight!

This-can-annoy-little-kitty, I-think -quite-a-lot,

‘Cause-I-figure-the-raccoon’s-a-thousand-pounds!!! and-kitty-is-not!

But! They all seem-to kinda! sorta! get-right along,

And, at the end of the day, nothing’s too wrong!*

Also, sometimes! at the end of the day,

They’ll-leave-me notes, & they like to say:

“We certainly appreciate that you feed us and talk so nice!”

And, since-we have a nice yard, so they’ll-all-usually-visit-twice,

Or, maybe, five times! They’ll fertilize too!

I (just) love birdies! and kitties! and-the-raccoons, I do!

You-can-come-visit-us, for we’re seldom ever blue;

We’re white – and-brown, gray-and-yellow, occasionally-orange, with-a-reddish-hue,

& everyone shares, except when they don’t, but-there’s-plenty-for-me-and-you!

I love the little birdies (and kitties); I REALLY (really) DO!

fin <3

  • – except the birdies “count up,” mourning their fallen comrades!

Epicurus ~ World History ~

Accustom yourself to the belief that death is of no concern to us, since all good and evil lie in sensation and sensation ends with death. Therefore the true belief that death is nothing to us makes a mortal life happy, not by adding to it an infinite time, but by taking away the desire for immortality. For there is no reason why the man who is thoroughly assured that there is nothing to fear in death should find anything to fear in life. So, too, he is foolish who says that he fears death, not because it will be painful when it comes, but because the anticipation of it is painful; for that which is no burden when it is present gives pain to no purpose when it is anticipated. Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist. It is therefore nothing either to the living or to the dead since it is not present to the living, and the dead no longer are – Epicurus

World history ~

Nephthys was an ancient goddess, who was referenced in texts dating back to the Old Kingdom. She was a member of the Ennead of Heliopolis as the daughter of Geb and Nut and the sister of Osiris, Isis and Horus and the sister and wife of Set. When the Ennead and Ogdoad merged, Nephthys was given a place on Ra’s boat so that she could accompany him on his journey through the underworld.

Nephthys is the Greek pronunciation of her name. To the Ancient Egyptians she was Nebthwt (Nebhhwt or Nebthet) meaning “the Mistress of the House”. The word “hwt” (“house”) may refer to the sky (as in Hwt-hor, the “House of Horus” – the name of Hathor), but it also refers to either the royal family or Egypt as a whole. The latter makes a great deal of sense as she was described as the head of the household of the gods and was thought to extend her protection to the head female of every household. She was sometimes associated with Ptah-Tanen in representing Lower Egypt, while Khnum and Isis represented Upper Egypt.

It seems that she was originally conceived of as the female counterpart of Set. He represented the desert, while she represented the air. Set was infertile (like the desert that he represented) and was frequently described as either bisexual or gay and so Nephthys was often considered to be barren. As a goddess of the air, she could take the form of a bird, and because she was barren she was associated with the vulture – a bird which the Egyptians believed did not bear children. The Egyptians thought that all vultures were female (because there is very little difference in the appearance of a male vulture), and that they were spontaneously created from the air. While the care shown by a mother vulture for her child was highly respected, the Egyptians also recognised that vultures fed on carrion and associated them with death and decay.

As a result, Nephthys became a goddess of death and mourning.
Professional mourners were known as the “Hawks of Nephthys”, in recognition of her role as a goddess of mourning. It was also believed that she protected Hapi in his role as of the Four sons of Horus (who guarded the organs stored in the four canopic jars). Hapi protected the lungs, and as a goddes of the air Nephthys was his guardian. She was also one of the four goddesses who guarded the shrine buried with the Pharaoh. She appears with Isis, Selkit (Serqet) and Neith on the gilded shrine of Tutankhamun, but was often depicted with Isis, Bast and Hathor in this role. Yet, she was also said to be the source of both rain and the Nile river (associating her with Anuket) and was thought to protect women in childbirth (with the assistance of her sister, Isis). Thus she was closely associated with both death and life.

World 🌍 History

The Exodus
Kings 6:1 dates the Exodus to 480 years before the founding of Jerusalem’s temple by King Solomon. According to the orthodox chronology this gives a date of around 1450 BC. However, Exodus 1:11 states that Pharaoh put the Hebrews to work on the cities of Pithom and Raamses. The location of Pithom is in doubt, but the city of Raamses is thought to be Pi-Ramsses built by Ramesses II (orthodox dates 1279-1212BC). As a result, it is usually suggested that the Israelites actually worked on a settlement in the same location as Pi-Ramesse which predated it. A stele from the reign of Merenptah (the successor of Ramesses II) notes that “Israel is laid waste, bare of seed,” confirming that the exodus must have taken place before his reign (given the forty year sojourn in the desert), dated as 1212-1202 BC (orthodox chronology).

The name “Moses” may be the Egyptian name “Moses” or “Messes” meaning born of. This was usually combined with the name of a god (eg Thuth-moses or Ra-messes). However, the name may also come from the Hebrew verb “Masha” (to draw out) and be translated as “he draws out”. In Exodus 2:10, Pharaohs daughter states that she gave him his name “Because I drew him out of the water”, perhaps she chose an Egyptian pun on a Hebrew name to reflect his origin.

Moses apparently belonged to a group of Semitic settlers whose ancestors had arrived in Egypt from the land of Canaan. People from Canaan had settled the delta since the middle of the Twelfth Dynasty (the Middle Kingdom). Remains from the settlement at Tell el-Dab’a in the Delta, confirm that the settlers were Semitic nomads and pastoralists, like the Hebrews. This settlement grew and developed into the Hyksos capital of Avaris, and was later swallowed up by Piramesse.
According to the modern translation of the Bible, Moses prophesised the advent of the “ten plagues of Egypt” and then escaped with the Israelites via the Red Sea. Pharaoh gave chase and God saved the Israelites by parting the waters to allow them safe passage. Pharaoh’s charioteers were all lost.

The Exodus

Art History ~ Henri Fantin-Latour

Vase of Peonies and Snowballs, 1878, Henri Fantin-Latour

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“The real measure of success is the number of experiments that can be crowded into 24 hours.” —Thomas Edison

Most projects start with confidence. We’re going to crush this! Then come the mistakes. We squirm. We become riddled with self-doubt. Suddenly the prospect of success seems like a dim light bulb.

At some point, though, we come to accept that screwing up is a key part of the creative process. Think about how kids play: They don’t think, they just do. And if the whole contraption comes crashing to the floor, they laugh at the mess and start over. (Or throw a fit, but hey, they’re learning about emotion, too!) Point is, when you embrace setbacks and don’t let them cripple you, you’re more likely to get across the finish line.

Maybe we should stop talking about failure and call our botched projects “experiments.” And let’s take a cue from Edison and crowd as many experiments into 24 hours as we can. Here are eight ways to fail your way forward.


1. Keep it basic
Don’t start by trying to find a fully developed solution to a problem. Keep fidelity low at first to allow others to see the possibility in the idea, not the flaws. The higher the polish, the more likely you’ll get the wrong kind of feedback.


2. Design impossible tasks
Such as: How might we create a new color? How might we live forever? Moonshoot thinking frees us from limiting ourselves, helping us produce a bunch of wild ideas. None of them will be right, but they’ll rev the engine of our imagination.


3. Don’t assume your final format
What are you making? Will you be hand sketching? Wireframing? Sculpting out of modeling clay? Drafting a written piece? Even when our end goal is to end up on screen, it is often helpful to start in a different medium—and maybe a tactile one.


4. Set a goal for failure
Follow this advice from 100 Days of Rejection by Jian Jiang: “We will fail at least 30 times before we figure out the right solution.” Lowering the stakes and making a solution less precious makes it easier to generate a bounty of ideas to build from.


5. “This is a bad idea, but…”
Every time you throw out an idea, start with, “This is a bad idea, but what if…” That helps you practice non-attachment and prepare for the reality that most of your ideas won’t stick.


6. The Shame Gong
Every time someone makes a mistake or fails, hit the gong and have the team whisper “shame” in unison. It actually lowers the barrier for admitting to failure and makes for more honest, less bullshitty brainstorms. It also lightens the mood when you’re struggling with a particularly tough challenge or client. Plus: Ringing a gong is just fun. Missed a line item from the plan? Shame. Couldn’t guess the grape of the wine at happy hour? Shame!


7. The mis-name game
Walk around the room and loudly, courageously, and boldly point at objects and yell out the wrong name for them. Do this for three to four minutes. Then pause and debrief. What was that like? Why was it difficult? There is a stubborn voice in your head telling you what is wrong, infeasible, impractical, too risky. The exercise reminds us that there’s a voice enforcing our fear of failure that can overpower our ability to take creative risks. Our job is to learn how to quiet that voice at the right moments to break out of the expected.


8. Worst experience ever
Design the WORST _blank_ experience ever (airplane/shopping/dining/laundry) and really encourage people to visualize it. Then use that to design the best version using an insight you learned from the worst. So, if the worst dining experience involved a waiter who would not leave you alone on a romantic date, what does that say about the key elements that make or break a date?

One final note for aspiring leaders: Don’t be afraid to talk about past failures and what you learned from them. Admitting failure will help your team gracefully shut down initiatives that aren’t working and move on to the next thing. Now get out there and gong.

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HURT PARIS ISY💃

As I’m crying I am hurting inside
Been cut so deep, I feel every time I am breathing, I’m merely beyond betrayed

Slice me with my eye,

Not even ice can bring the pain a sudden stop

I am crying shaking my Cobb web’s.

It shakes my head when I’m looking like that.

I am venting for a way out ringing my head

Looking like I was splashed more than blades stabbing me obsessed with the hurt I went through

Cause it’s looking like a dead weight hasn’t been lifted yet

Fill it up with each pattern of crap
Hard to cover up those patterns with cracks

Deadly habits can hurt when we go look there opposite section

My perception of those who sight of a woman who’s always battling, have been in this battle of teardrops

For many years

Can’t test a river when a well is dry
Cause I’m dry in space.

Laces can’t hang my mind already it wants to have a soft place cause my mind is falling from grace.

Nobody ever knows why I shed tears

Sorrow is a sweet lament

Tomorrow no more tears

Forever DONE😌

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YOUR LOVE IS PERFECT💜

“YOUR LOVE IS PERFECT!” a poem. Tuesday: MAY 1st a.k.a.: “H Starts The Heart!”

My lover’s concerned that – she’s just “right” for me!

“I want to be HELPFUL, I really must be, To insure that I’m doing the right things for you; I don’t want you ever to feel tense or blue!”

“Oh, Darling, I’m HAPPY; your love HEALS me – You fill me with HOPE; Honey, please hear my plea: (That) You never imagine (that) our love’s less than HOT, You’re all that I’ve wanted!”

And, then, She said: “What?!”

“YES, your love fills my HUNG-r-RY Heart, this I tell; my lovely best friend; yes, you love, oh so well!”

fin. <3

  • Monsters under your bed ~

    “IF YOU FIND THEM!” a poem a.k.a.: “Integration!” July 15, 2019: Monday

    IF you check-for and-find MONSTERS! under-your-bed,

    Remember: You are just – gazing INTO YOUR HEAD!

    For, whatever “terrors” you might see,

    Are-already RESIDING-THERE, inside of Thee!

    So, here’s some-hopefully – acceptable advice!

    Just crawl under your bed (Don’t think twice!)

    And make FRIENDS – with YOUR “monsters” INTRODUCE-THEM-TO:

    Their BEST FRIEND! who-is-ALWAYS-YOU!

    Kiss them! Hug them! Make them feel AT HOME!

    Tell them: “CLIMB UP HERE!” into “My Pleasure Dome!”

    And, after you’ve gathered them all in,

    Tell them – that: “YOU (they) ARE-N O T ‘refuse and sin,’

    Rather, you are THE MOST POWERFUL ALLIES I’VE GOT!”

    And (IF YOU WANT) have a big party – Offer-them: “toasts!” A LOT!

    For, THIS IS INTEGRATION! = bringing-all-parts-of-you-together!

    Now, you-can bear-chains! wield-whips! and wear-LEATHER!

    For, “Integration” is a nice place to be!

    It means: You-need-never-again-fear-yourself! & Ireland, you’ll-always-see!

    fin <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1M5dGEkwmlM

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  • Nuns~

    “SHE!’ a poem about: AFTER The Musical “Nunsense!” July 15, 2019 (Monday)

    As-we-left-Sul-Ross’-PLAY-ground, a-spectator-commented-there:

    “THAT! WAS- SUCH-NUNSENSE, [for] – BOTULISM*-would-never-dare,

    To-take-any-of-OUR-NUNS! For, she-was-Catholic, with FAITH-T’-SPARE!

    [I overheard this comment, AS NUNS PO(o)URED-out-into-The-SUL-try-Evening-Air!]

    It seems-as-if the girls (THE GIRLS! – from the Play)

    Had undressed! (and-were-coming-to-greet-us!**) LET-US PRAY:

    “Lord, Oh-Lord – of Heaven above,

    How-can-such-“pigeons” exist-[with]in-Your-Love?”

    Well, one-of-The-[XXX]-Nuns-heard-this, and-grabbed-me-by-the-arm!

    “Are you The Origami Fellow?”** I-reeled! with-such-alarm,

    Before-answering: “Yes, Sister! ‘Twas me!”

    “Well, I declare: MIGHT’N-THERE-EVER-BE A-OUI,

    In-all-this-World? That might-include – us-TWO?”

    “O. M. G.!” I thought! THIS! was THE-GIRL I’d-been alerted-to,

    AVOID! Avoid! Avoid! – at-any-cost!

    My-friends-had-warned-me (on “good” authority): “‘S H E’-HAS-often-‘CROSSED,’

    MANY-A-BOUNDARY, many A LINE,

    Corrupting hapless souls – LIKE YOU! SO! Do-NOT-pine,

    For THIS FALLEN SISTER! who-has-sadly lost-The-Habit,

    Of being chaste-and-poor! [Beware!] She’ll-take-JUICE***-and-dab-it,

    ALL OVER YOU! Yes, our-brother – All-bloody over-you!”

    But – IT WAS TOO LATE! for, suddenly, I CHASTE HER TOO,

    Just like COUNTLESS – lost – and hopeless souls,

    Who-had succum[b]ed – to HER, known-as: THE SHE OF MANY HOLES,

    For, SHE-has-(literally)-RIPPED-The-Hearts-of(many)men -from their chests!

    SHE simply-adores having: WAYWARD GUESTS!

    So, men (and boys) I write this now, to warn you about:

    SHE! A-Nun! It’s NO nunsense! For, IN-OR-OUT,

    OF SEASON, a-fallen-nun, like-botulism, needs-no-reason,

    To-DEFILE! and-corrupt! for, to HER – it-is-pleasin’ ,

    To DESTROY ALL IT SEES, despite God-or-any thing!

    HOLD ONTO “YOUR PRECIOUS,” Lords; use THE “special ring!”

    fin <3

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vpg3gtwepSs

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OzI9F7ZeL_g

    • In the musical “Nunsense,” botulism, or FOOD POISONING, kills several Sisters!

    ** – Perhaps to tell us how much they appreciated our donations to their convent – and TO THANK US!! I had donated a dollar bill cross & Star of David into The Plate!****

    *** – The blood of Christ, of course **** – I told them we would have given more, but THAT WE WERE JEWISH!

  • Respect ~

    “RESPECT LOST; RESPECT RE-GAINED!” a poem a.k.a.: “Just Ask Around!” in the series: “Mr. Hip (Trump) Goes To Town!” 15 July 2019 (Moon-day)

    Yes, THE WORLD really LOST respect for [the] US[A.], when George W. was “in;”

    For-8 LONG YEARS – we-had-to-deal with-his goofy, “Frat-House” grin!

    He wasn’t that smart, BUT – he wasn’t a “bad sorta guy:”

    I have this ON GOOD AUTHORITY, for – he knew how-to-be-kind and-say: “Hi!”

    We-got-back-some-dignity, I think, as-to-World-Affairs, with-Obama-in-“The-House!”

    But, now, we’re-back, to-NOT-being-respected, for-The-World-thinks-we’ve-got-a-louse,

    NOT-A-DUMMY! but-someone Quite UNKIND,

    RULE-ing! Like-Bush-&-Obama, “a-family-man,” but-with-a-cruel-mind,

    Which is NOT for “service,” which, I think, Bush had,

    And – OBAMA ALSO! So, it makes me a little sad,

    To realize that a man (I-hope, A MAN!) like Trump –

    Might buy-his-way-BACK – for-ANOTHER 4 year SLUMP,

    IN “BAD” INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS AND DEALING!

    Well! (pause) There’s-no-sense-in-worrying! but I have-a pretty-strong feeling,

    That THIS GUY, like The Devil – may-be too-clever for-us-SHEEP!

    Yet! I ‘ M-HOPEFUL WE-CAN RESIST-THE-TEMPTATION –

    TO-INDULGE IN ANOTHER “4-YEAR-WEEP!”

    fin <3

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6xhQag0Pi4

  • Mildura ~ Australia ~ Don’t go there for a holiday

    Sitting on the shores of the muddy, toxic-algae-filled Murray River and tucked just inside the Victorian border, Mildura owes its existence to an irrigation experiment that transformed it from an arid wasteland into a soggy wasteland that grows fruit. The city’s horticultural heritage is reflected in the names of its streets including Orange Avenue, Lemon Avenue and Avocado Street. In recent times more modern industries have also been honoured in similar fashion: Chroming Street, Insurance Fraud Avenue and Handjob Boulevard.

    Mildura calls itself ‘Victoria’s Food Bowl’, but ‘Meth Bowl’ would be more accurate. The original translation of Mildura is ‘sore eyes’, which is strangely appropriate considering the average Milduran’s scabby peepers have been prised open on a six-week drug binge. Aside from picking fruit for slave wages, popular activities in ‘Methdura’ include living in a van down by the river, staying awake for three weeks in a row and trading sexual favours for a suck on the see-through didgeridoo.

    Mildura is the capital of ‘Sunraysia’, a made-up country populated by sun-worshipping gronks. It’s also the welfare fraud capital of Victoria, proving that Mildurans enjoy a spot of dole bludging as much as they like actively courting melanoma. Another local obsession involves relentlessly revving anything with an engine, whether a powerboat on the river or a rusted boganmobile with a baked beans tin for an exhaust – anything incredibly loud and obnoxious will do when you’re poorly endowed and want the whole world to know.

    Mildura: Melons, Meth and Microdicks.

    🤪🤪🤪🤪
    https://youtu.be/olO3-bAdgNQ
  • So funny ~

    Making a baby. This is hilarious! 

    There is not one dirty word in it, and it is funny!–

    The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, ‘Well, I’m off now. The man should be here soon.’ 

    Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. ‘Good morning, Ma’am’, he said, ‘I’ve come to..’ ‘Oh, no need to explain,’ Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, ‘I’ve been expecting you.’ ‘Have you really?’ said the photographer. ‘Well, that’s good. Did you know babies are my specialty?’ 

    ‘Well that’s what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat !’ After a moment she asked, blushing, ‘Well, where do we start?’ ‘Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch,  and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.’ 

    ‘Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn’t work out for Harry and me!’ ‘Well, Ma’am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the results.’ ‘My, that’s a lot!’, gasped Mrs. Smith. ‘Ma’am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I’d love to be in and out in five minutes, but I’m sure you’d be disappointed with that.’ 

    ‘Don’t I know it,’ said Mrs. Smith quietly. The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. ‘This was done on the top of a bus,’ he said. ‘Oh, my God!’ Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat. ‘And these twins turned out exceptionally well – when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.’ 

    ‘She was difficult?’ asked Mrs. Smith. ‘Yes, I’m afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look.’ ‘Four and five deep?’ said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement. ‘Yes’, the photographer replied. ‘And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling – I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.’ 

    Mrs. Smith leaned forward. ‘Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh…equipment?’ ‘It’s true, Ma’am, yes.. Well, if you’re ready, I’ll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.’ ‘Tripod?’ ‘ Oh yes, Ma’am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It’s much too big to be held in the hand very long.’

     Mrs. Smith fainted.

J. Jay Samuel Davis ~ Graphic Art

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Letter to my husband ~ how many ways

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Letter to my husband ©️

My husband I love everything you are

I love you so I love you cause you are lovely

I love you cause you spoil me

I love you cause you read to me

I love you cause you giggle with me

I love you cause you are kind

I love you cause you to ride a bike

I love you cause you are kind to animals

I love you cause you sing to me

I love you cause you write great stuff

I love you cause you’re kind to me

I love you cause you do have a wonderfully quirky sense of human

I love you cause I tell you to be jealous and you really try to please me

I love you cause you never let me down

I love you cause you’re my perfect man

I love you cause you allow me say anything I wish

I love you cause you’re safe

I love you cause you still love me when I’m out of control.

I love the way you wash my long hair and comb my hair dry like a little kid and sprinkle my face with tiny kisses


I love your hard head when you look at me that way that says ” that’s enough when I talk too much”

I love you cause your my Professor

I love you a million different ways

I love you cause you know how to handle me and bring out the best of me

How many ways do I love you, to Venus and back ❤️

I LOVE YOU!
    I love your sense of humor!
       I LOVE that I don’t have any sense!
            I need you!
                    💏

If found my soulmate!
   On my shoe!
        I asked her: “Well, now!  How’d-ya-do?”           SHE-said: “Please, please!  Don’t tread on me!”
               but: “We’re TWIN-soles!”                  “Nat-R-lee!”
                  “So!  Isn’t-SOME-treading-a-bit-OK!”                        “ALL-RIGHT!  Hubbie,
                           Wubbie!
                                My-J-J”ay”   !
                                  😻👧😃

Letter to my husband

@bestofnature

My husband is lovely ❤️