I had to think this one through, long and hard. Should I share this with my friends, or should I keep it to myself, in the yard? Well, some "finds" were not meant for keeping, as you can see. Look at me.
Psst, hey you there, yes you, lean in a bit closer, I've got a little scoop for you here, but first this, please, promise me that you'll keep it to yourself, will you? Okay, here goes. I'm telling you this only because we're family and I trust you, right?
"Right."
But remember, don't tell a soul alright? it's that sensitive a slit in the night, you know. I've got to tell you because, you might be there wondering about me, and this is the cause, as you can see. I'm laid up in bed now, even while I'm writing this but with a fat smirk on my face, wow! You know me, he who never did know anything to begin with, so no need to say it again. Oh sheet!
I don't know what exactly to do about this situation my friend, other than to ask someone who knows how to stop these pains, perhaps. Or to sit still on my... No, wait, wipe that word off your slate, it's not the best option for the current state, the one that I'm in. Can't be found sitting around on this thing, not until...
Hey, tell me, do you know anyone in your circle who is versed in the treatment and care of such an issue as this here is? Perhaps you could get a fast-healing word out of her and pass it along to my healthcare Sister Wiz. You know, with those other happenings on the medical floor and all these days, one should not be too eager and quick to run in through those doorways and onto the squares, in those hallowed spheres of theirs.
So one has got to think about homing it to the cure sometimes, and this may be one of the chiefest of those sorts of "sometimes," I think. But what do I know? Nothing. Certainly not enough to have been able to keep my trap sound and still sounding good, like, while sounding off one of those preferred sounds of his near the woods, where I'm seated. Like, the sound of silence, (perhaps kids, that's good.) But then again?
I was lying around there on my side and in excruciating pain.
This was to come about because I was torn to feces, since I must say it clearly so that uncertainty may disappear Leigh. I tore the place where the sun never shines clearly, again. It was to have happened while I was trying to relieve my constipated self of the rain.
Yeah, laugh as much as you like mate, your day is coming again, (or going, to be bright,) just wait. Seriously though, no, I hope not. Not for my worst enemy, of which I don't even have that many on the lot, really.
Preparation H was suggested for my greatest and fastest relief.
So, I guess I should go out and get prepared now to relieve myself of the fees. By releasing some shots fast on the leaves, like these, while striking a few birdies away from the ladies. Or just to put a hole or two on the golfing green over by you. Out there where I sometimes go to shoot a few holes of golf each day, with my buddies the colorectal surgeon, and you, needless to say. Do you know what I mean? Okay.
Anyway, here's the takeaway. Be very careful whenever you go out to do the go things. Or you too might be left there nursing a crack too close to the hole where you sometimes go to rock and roll down at the watering hole for your own comfort and your greatest good. With me being that type of friend, of yours, and you being who you are to me, of course.
I wouldn't want to have you leaning in to be sitting sideways on the stool while playing pee on hoe and hurting in the darkest corner on the lot tory pot, of foods, okay? Anyway, that's it for that and for today my friend. Keep it to yourself though, as said, this is just between you and me, alright mi bred? Nice.
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Psst, hey you there, yes you, lean in a bit closer, I've got a little scoop for you here, but first this, please, promise me that you'll keep it to yourself, will you? Okay, here goes. I'm telling you this only because we're family and I trust you, right?
"Right."
But remember, don't tell a soul alright? it's that sensitive a slit in the night, you know. I've got to tell you because, you might be there wondering about me, and this is the cause, as you can see. I'm laid up in bed now, even while I'm writing this but with a fat smirk on my face, wow! You know me, he who never did know anything to begin with, so no need to say it again. Oh sheet!
I don't know what exactly to do about this situation my friend, other than to ask someone who knows how to stop these pains, perhaps. Or to sit still on my... No, wait, wipe that word off your slate, it's not the best option for the current state, the one that I'm in. Can't be found sitting around on this thing, not until...
Hey, tell me, do you know anyone in your circle who is versed in the treatment and care of such an issue as this here is? Perhaps you could get a fast-healing word out of her and pass it along to my healthcare Sister Wiz. You know, with those other happenings on the medical floor and all these days, one should not be too eager and quick to run in through those doorways and onto the squares, in those hallowed spheres of theirs.
So one has got to think about homing it to the cure sometimes, and this may be one of the chiefest of those sorts of "sometimes," I think. But what do I know? Nothing. Certainly not enough to have been able to keep my trap sound and still sounding good, like, while sounding off one of those preferred sounds of his near the woods, where I'm seated. Like, the sound of silence, (perhaps kids, that's good.) But then again?
I was lying around there on my side and in excruciating pain.
This was to come about because I was torn to feces, since I must say it clearly so that uncertainty may disappear Leigh. I tore the place where the sun never shines clearly, again. It was to have happened while I was trying to relieve my constipated self of the rain.
Yeah, laugh as much as you like mate, your day is coming again, (or going, to be bright,) just wait. Seriously though, no, I hope not. Not for my worst enemy, of which I don't even have that many on the lot, really.
Preparation H was suggested for my greatest and fastest relief.
So, I guess I should go out and get prepared now to relieve myself of the fees. By releasing some shots fast on the leaves, like these, while striking a few birdies away from the ladies. Or just to put a hole or two on the golfing green over by you. Out there where I sometimes go to shoot a few holes of golf each day, with my buddies the colorectal surgeon, and you, needless to say. Do you know what I mean? Okay.
Anyway, here's the takeaway. Be very careful whenever you go out to do the go things. Or you too might be left there nursing a crack too close to the hole where you sometimes go to rock and roll down at the watering hole for your own comfort and your greatest good. With me being that type of friend, of yours, and you being who you are to me, of course.
I wouldn't want to have you leaning in to be sitting sideways on the stool while playing pee on hoe and hurting in the darkest corner on the lot tory pot, of foods, okay? Anyway, that's it for that and for today my friend. Keep it to yourself though, as said, this is just between you and me, alright mi bred? Nice.
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