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Our sex life is so repetitive I have to imagine arousing situations in bed ~ By Golly ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜„

Our sex life is so repetitive I have to imagine arousing situations in bed

By Golly ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜†
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Thought of the day ๐Ÿ’ฅSMILES

Smile ๐Ÿ˜
Thank you
Thinking of you too xxx
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“CAN YOU EVER GET TOO MUCH PICKLE!”ย ๐Ÿค—

“CAN YOU EVER GET TOO MUCH PICKLE!” a poem, celebrating “International Pickle Week!” a.k.a.: “Going Green!” February 18, 2019 – Moon Day

(Painting: “Nude on a Couch” 1890 by Gustave Caillebotte)


The Pickle Lover [courting a mild allergic reaction!]:

“The way you love me thrills me so,
I’m titillated – from head to toe!
I am vibrating all-over-the-place;
You make me swell – and flush my face;
I’m-bursting at the seams, I AM!
Pickle me up, I-love-to-jam,
You down my throat! I want MORE, please;
Crunchy! Salty! I’m on my knees!
We’ll dance around, in love-filled joy,
And roll [embraced]! I CAN’T BE COY!
Yet, wait a moment, my green lover!”

She-dashed from the room! I “unscrewed” my cover,*
I plopped from the jar, a-seeking her!
She-was-on the couch! She did-not stir!
She lay there, lovely – and passed out!
I guess the-excitement had been too “stout!”
So-I-painted-her-there, as she lay,
Upon the couch, in my green, green way!

fin <3๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜

* – the pickle lid!

EDITOR’S COMMENTS

NICE COUCH LOL ๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…

Story of the day ~ Tree

The Giving Tree
Once upon a time, there lived a big mango tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the mangoes, took a nap under the shadowโ€ฆ He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by, The little boy grew, and he no longer played around the tree.

One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad look on his face. โ€œCome and play with me,โ€ the tree asked the boy. โ€œI am no longer a kid, I donโ€™t play around trees anymore.โ€ The boy replied, โ€œI want toys. I need money to buy them.โ€ โ€œSorry, I donโ€™t have moneyโ€ฆ but you can pick all my mangoes and sell them so you will have money.โ€ The boy was so excited. He picked all the mangoes on the tree and left happily. The boy didnโ€™t come back. The tree was sad. One day, the boy grown into a man returned. The tree was so excited. โ€œCome and play with me,โ€ the tree said. โ€œI donโ€™t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?โ€ โ€œSorry, I donโ€™t have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house.โ€ So the man cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didnโ€™t come back afterward. The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. โ€œCome and play with me!โ€ The tree said. โ€œI am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?โ€ โ€œUse my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.โ€ So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and didnโ€™t come back for a long time. Finally, the man returned after he had been gone for so many years. โ€œSorry, my boy, but I donโ€™t have anything for you anymore. No more mangoes to give you.โ€ The tree said. โ€œI donโ€™t have teeth to bite,โ€ the man replied. โ€œNo more trunk for you to climb on.โ€ โ€œI am too old for that now,โ€ the man said. โ€œI really canโ€™t give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,โ€ the tree said with sadness. โ€œI donโ€™t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,โ€ the man replied. โ€œGood! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest. Come sit down with me and rest.โ€ The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled.
Moral: The tree in the story represents our parents. When we are young, we love to play with them. When we grow up, we leave them and only come back when we need help. Parents sacrifice their lives for us. Never Forget their sacrifices. Give them Love and Care before its too late.

You don’t know me but I’m your brother

You don’t know me but I’m your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don’t know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You
Telling me the things you’re gonna do for me
I ain’t blind and I don’t like what I think I see
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it to the streets
(takin’ it to the streets)
No more need for running
(takin’ it to the streets)
Oh, na, na
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty’s despair
Oh, you
Telling me the things you’re gonna do for me
I ain’t blind and I don’t like what I think I see
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it to the streets
(takin’ it to the streets)
No more need for running
(takin’ it to the streets)
Oh, yeah
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it takin’ it
(takin’ it to the streets)
No more need for hiding
(takin’ it to the streets)
Oh, Lord
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it to the streets
(takin’ it to the)
Oh, you
Telling me the things you’re gonna do for me
Yeah, na
I ain’t blind and I don’t like what I think I see
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it to the streets
(takin’ it to the streets)
No more need for running
(takin’ it to the streets)
Oh, yeah
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it to the streets
(takin’ it to the streets)
Before it steps farther
(takin’ it to the streets)
Oh, Lord
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it taking it
(takin’ it to the streets)
Hey, yeah, ha
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it to the streets
(takin’ it to the streets)
No more need for running
(takin’ it to the streets)
No more need for hiding
(takin’ it to the streets)
Hey, yeah, yeah
(takin’ it to the streets)
No more
(takin” it to the streets)
Yeah, yeah
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it takin’ it
(takin’ it to the streets)
Oh…
(takin’ it to the streets)
Takin’ it takin’ it
(takin’ it to the streets)
No more
(takin’ it to the streets)
Songwriters: MC DONALD MICHAEL

‘Alice in Wonderland’

โ€œWould you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’
‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat.
‘I don’t much care where -‘ said Alice.
‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.
‘- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,’ Alice added as an explanation.
‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, ‘if you only walk long enough.โ€
โ€• Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

John Tenniel (1880-1914) illustration for ‘Alice in Wonderland’

Original Art Alice in Wonderland
Whoa ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค—

Bruce Haxton ~ Satire

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
I will declare thy name unto my brethren.โ€ฆ Psalm 102

OK. Letโ€™s not call what ditched us God:
ghu, the root in Sanskrit, means not God,
but only the calling thereupon. Letโ€™s call God
Fun. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word
was Fun. Fun created man in his own image.
The fool hath said in his heart, There is no Fun.
Letโ€™s call the House of God the Funhouse. Fun
derives, according to Dr. Onions (may he
with his Johnson rest in peace), from fond,
or foolish. God, in this prime sense, is fond
of us, and we, if all goes well, of him. Letโ€™s
call God luck. There is no luck in scripture.
Chance gets mentioned several times, my favorite
being, Time and chance happeneth to them all;
but luck is the unspoken name. King David
to the harp and sackbut sings, in paraphrase, My luck?
Gimme a fucking break! With my luck, how do I know?๐Ÿค—

Moral of the Story

Struggles of our Life
Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didnโ€™t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed. Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.

Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground coffee beans in the third pot. He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.

Turning to her, he asked. โ€œDaughter, what do you see?โ€ โ€œPotatoes, eggs and coffee,โ€ she hastily replied.

โ€œLook closerโ€, he said, โ€œand touch the potatoes.โ€ She did and noted that they were soft.

He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.

Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.

โ€œFather, what does this mean?โ€ she asked.

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water. However, each one reacted differently. The potato went in strong, hard and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak. The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard. However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.

โ€œWhich one are you?โ€ he asked his daughter. โ€œWhen adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?โ€

Moral: In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is how you choose to react to it and what you make out of it. Life is all about leaning, adopting and converting all the struggles that we experience into something positive.

Life’s like that
๐Ÿ˜
You can do it
Be true to you
๐Ÿ˜

A.W.ONTARIO ~ TREE

I have spaces like this in the forest where I live The Peace is Beyond Measure and wildlife thrives… A.W Ontario

TREE ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Thank you ~ Walt Whitman

“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, love, and so on โ€” have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear โ€” what remains? Nature remains; to bring out from their torpid recesses, the affinities of a man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, the changes of seasons โ€” the sun by day and the stars of heaven by night. “Walt Whitman

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Love and Kisses for you are the Best Friend Goodnight all Yah โคโค

Kindness

Having a Best Friend
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand โ€œToday my best friend slapped me in the faceโ€.

They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone โ€œToday my best friend saved my lifeโ€.

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, โ€œAfter I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?โ€ The other friend replied โ€œWhen someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.โ€

Moral: Do not value the things you have in your life. But value who you have in your life.

Letter to my Husband

“Love is that enviable state that knows no envy or vanity, only empathy and a longing to be greater than oneself.”

A song to my Husband ๐Ÿค—

Australian History ~ Sydney NSW

Mind Your Shoes:

George St, about 1901 – one gentleman scrambles to catch a tram, another steps up to reach the kerb.

The lovely ladies on the right are high and dry on the stone slab pavement, and not far behind them a man sports a boater hat, perfect for a fine day in the city.

Note the gas streetlamp – supplied from AGL’s big works at what is now Barangaroo – and the ornate cast-iron poles supporting the tram wires, fed with electricity from Ultimo Power Station.

In the middle distance is the GPO and its street-level clock, and beyond that the huge central dome of the QVB.

(photo from NSW State Library)

George Street Syndney N.S.W. Australia
1916

“OH, WHAT A NIGHT!”ย  “Mr & Mrs Cuddly Poo!”]ย ๐Ÿ˜‚

“OH, WHAT A NIGHT!” a poem for Valentine’s Day [in the series “Mr & Mrs Cuddly Poo!”] February 14, 2019 [Valentine’s Day!!]

WHAT A NIGHT! With: PEACOCKS BRIGHT!
And FULL MOON DANCING! and SONGS, ALL RIGHT!

And – In the morning, my aching head,
Is threatening me – inside our bed!

“YOU’D BEST GET UP, YOU CUDDLY BOY;
You naughty thing! Come! Do NOT toy,
With me – or I SHALL BEAT YOU GOOD!
NOW! Do some stuff – as-you-know you-should!
You’re-a: HORN-ED-DASTARD -ly-guy- but-I love-you,
IF! You cook me some breakfast – and tell me I’m who,
You’re gonna serve it – to IN BED, FOR ME;
I need some comfort! Come, Slave! – and-see,
How much I NEED – your cooking skills,
AND-your cleaning up – my ” window sills!”
AND – treating-me (always) like A QUEEN!
Come on, now – you CUDDLY-POO-POO-BEAN!”

THE LIFE OF A SLAVE – IS QUITE INTENSE!
But it has its “perks,” which-can-be-immense:
A HAND TO HOLD – SOME LIPS TO KISS,
And A LITTLE O’ THAT – and A LITTLE O’ THIS!

And, after all is said and done,
You-have-your-very-own “Cuddly Puss,” who is so fun!
BEAUTIFUL! DEMANDING? “I LOVE YOU! Lots!”
“And-for-you – you know – I have THE HOTS!”

fin โค

Oh what a night
We had
Plenty of loving
Oddles of laughter
Messing around ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜
A Letter to my Huband ๐Ÿ’‹
Me Peacook Feather ๐Ÿ˜‚