REPEATS
*Sigh*. Last week I finished watching the Countdown repeats. What a
nostalgia trip. Back to the late-70s. Bit of a nightmare, actually.
The memories came flooding back. I think that now I am ready to
atone for my sins. Yes, it's true. I once had brown cords. I'm not
proud. It's just something I did in the foolish years of my youth.
One of many things, actually. On the other hand, when it comes to
embarrassing fads of the Seventies, I do have several points on my
side. To my knowledge, I never wore flares. I didn't like Kiss. Or
Abba. Sometimes I think I was pretty smart, considering I was just
a kid.
-- Daniel Bowen's TOXIC CUSTARPEDIA
When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death
My life has been one great big joke, Sixty years in these folks' world
A dance that's walked The child I works for calls me girl
A song that's spoke, I say "Yes ma'am" for working's sake....
The sky was dark, the moon was high
All alone just she and I
Her hair was sof her eyes were blue
I knew just what she wanted to do
Her skin so soft, her legs so fine
I ran my fingers down her spine
I didn't know how but I tried my best
I started by placing my hands on her breast
I remember my fear, my fast beating heart
But slowly she spread her legs apart
And when I did it I felt no shame
All at once - the white stuff came
At last it's finished, it's all over now
My first time ever at milking a cow....