Hey all,
I haven't blogged in some time now. Things are going pretty well for me. I'm working for a mental health care center that just promoted me to Executive Director. They really need someone with a background in mental health though, so I've resigned and I am going to work for a Psychiatirist that will put me back in school and provide benefits and whatnot. Doesn't pay a whole lot, but it's enough to get me by and I'm learning a whole new field which is where I like to be most. (Learning something new) Donna and I are still in love and still living together in New Orleans with Donna's dog, "Agi". (Jack Russell Terrier wishing Merry Christmas above) Donna will be going back to school also in the upcoming months, so we should be a very busy couple juggling work and school. Anyway, Merry Christmas all from Donna and Benjamin and Agi! I hope everybody's new year will be filled with interesting events that are metiocrally pleasant to overwhelmingly joyous.
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This reminds me of a joke:
This Texas farmer, plowin his land - a stalk of half-chewed straw pointlessly pleasuring his mouth like a dethroned pope fondling blithely (before stabbing with a hastily sharpened crucifix) a blind, nine-year-old, Chinese orphan's pussy - notices a dust cloud on the horizon... "Ehm, it's nothin,'" he says to himself. "Just keep on plawin the land..."
Then he notices the dust cloud growing larger, coming closer. Oh well, he thinks, better keep workin. But after awhile he can't deny the site of a man beating both the sides of a horse with his hat in a furious race toward him kicking up plumes of dry Texas clay.
Agape, the Texas farmer drops his hoe and shuffles back.
"Howdy, new neighbor!" says the stranger, out of breath but not bothering to dismount. "Say! You know what! I'm out here to invite you to a party! YUP! There's gonna be a lotta eatin, drinkin, fightin and fuckin!!"
Well, then, the farmer thinks, that sounds pretty good. "OK. Much obliged."
"Don't mention it!" says the stranger.
Swiftly reminding himself of his manners, the farmer asks about his obligations. "By the way, um, what should I wear? Who's all gonna be there?"
"N-a-a-a-a-w-h," replies the stranger. "Wear what you got on, it's just gonna be me and you!"
I thought you were gone! You took a loooong break! hahahaha
Hope all is well!
Creepy 13
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