Paybacks R a Bitch!!!

A motorcycle patrolman was rushed to the hospital with an
inflamed appendix.

The doctors operated and advised him that all was well.
However, the patrolman kept feeling something pulling at
the hairs in his crotch.

Worried that he might of had a second surgery and the
doctors hadn't told him about it yet, he finally got
enough energy to pull his hospital gown up enough so
he could look at what was making him so uncomfortable.

Taped firmly across his pubic hair were three wide
strips of adhesive tape, the kind that doesn't come
off easily.

Written in large black letters was the sentence:

"Get well soon...from the nurse in the White
Jeep you pulled over last week"
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Over-Whelmed as I go over the hill!

Well I'm back for more punishment this fall,
I can only hope I can keep up with everyone,
it's really tough and my nerves are fried.
I'm going to stick it out though, Why not
the worst I can do is fail, and I've been
there and done that only it was over 31
years ago.

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I don't know about you? but I'm pretty
sure I've talked to this guy!

Searching within

As always with each passing day I remain

confused as to why I am, and why I are.

I realize I'm still here for a reason yet

I still wonder what that reason is. And I

wonder when I finally figure out what that

is, will I have enough time to complete it?

Also I wonder could it really be that

important of a task that I need to complete.

A Mom or a Mother, Witch is mine?

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I miss my mom yet my mother is still alive.

You ask how can one miss their mom when their

mother is still alive, simple, yet so complicated.

My mother is very possessive and jealous, which

lead us to part ways 14 years ago. Yes its been

14 years since I last seen or heard from her,

and it hurts. I don't recommend such a relationship.

And after what she done to cause

our parting, disintegrated any and all trust

I had in her, reuniting with her wouldn't be worth

the price my family or I would have to wager for

such a task. And still yet a piece of me inside

longs for her. How does one deal with such pain

and heartache, I hate her yet I still love her

dearly. Each day we both get older but she doesn't

get any wiser. I feel we both will go to our grave

hating one another. The pain grows within me with

each passing sun. And that's only the tip of the

iceberg, I'm the oldest of 7 boys 5 brothers

from same mother and 3 different fathers, and 1

brother with the same father who is deceased and

a different mother a total of 6 brothers who are

caught up in her possessive and jealous ways and

whom I have also went 14 years without seeing or

hearing from. I'm a grown man of 50 years old

filled with so much pain and sorrow I often wonder

which way to turn.....

Scrambled or Poached?

Writing as you can see is not one of my

best qualities. English in general was never

my best subject, yet I can read and write. I

always at the very least tried to accomplish

the academic assignments given to me, but

somehow I always misunderstood just enough

that I couldn't shine above the rest of my

class.

I was always and find myself still today

being somewhat of a class clown. Why? well I

suppose it's my way of hiding, or ignoring the

fact that I just don't understand somethings.

Not that I don't care I just don't see things

like some people do. So I act out, but that

doesn't mean I don't try.

I believe I've gained an insight to writing

from Ms. Anthony she's strict yet compassionate,

stern yet sweet. She enjoys what she does so that

is why I tried to enjoy it. Who am I to waste her

time by being inconsiderate and not givng it my best

shot, after all I've asked to be there, I've

paid to be there, so I must want to be there. And, if

only a little bit of what she stands for rubs off onto

me, then I know I'll be a better person because of it.

I think I show signs of improvement from the first

day in her class, and I hope she sees that she's made

an impact on me and given me that college research view

(new information) towards writing. I'll always write,

only it may not be in a blog or journal, or MLA format

but rather by fondling with poetry is where I'll play

with writing.

I took her course from hearing someone speak highly

of her, and I'm very glad that I did. For one thing is

certain I will carry away from her class is this:


"When my thoughts become stalled on a writing day,

Her "PROMPT" is only a whisper away".

~Dave Freed~

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What went wrong?

I got to talking to someone and I lost track of time

and before I knew it I was running really late.

So naturally I rushed around trying to make up for

lost time and I wound up forgetting to do a few

things and eventually I got even further behind

then I had originally been. After that point I just

began to think about going back to bed and giving

up for the day, then I thought well if I do that

then the day will surely not get any better. So I

stopped for a moment and took a deep breath

and said to myself that it can't get any worst than

this. I was wrong, but what had gone wrong

wasn't really clear, a few minutes talking turned

into hours of lost time.

What if?

What if:

I didn’t get up?

The sun quit shining

The school caught fire?

I fall down?

I forget to stop at a red light?

The power goes off?

Smoking was good for you?

We didn’t have cars?

We didn’t have money?

If the sun quit shining the earth and all

living things would slowly die. The day the

sun quit shining would be a devastating blow

to the human race. I wouldn’t want to witness

that day. I hope I don’t ever have to witness

the day our sun quit shining. Some people don’t

like the sun in their eyes, but I don’t mind it

so much because I’ve thought of the day the sun

quit shining. Iife people would stop and think

about the day the sun quit shining they may look

at life in a different light. I’d much rather

have the sun in my eyes than to have no sun at

all. I believe all living things need sunlight.