20.3.22


Yave heard don eat where you shit

Jesusreally. I hate that aphorism.

I like it pithy don beatround the bush  thas an idiom

I know, I know . .
. . Ofcourse ya do I had no doubt
                                     Howbout something pithier Don shit while ya eat
AwwJesus.

     Pretty ugly
                 My kid brother would grab an apple from a bowl on the kitchen table bite into it an head into the half bath just off the kitchen 
                         Whadadya doin
Hed take another big bite through his juicy chewin Goin to the bathroom shut the door behind him sound of the toilet lid striking the tank Crunch another bite
                                        My stomach flipped

He did become a soldier

Maybe thas wha it takes


I didn’t need to know that.

No I was happy sharing

Which brother?

You knowem all  Who do you think

I think . . maybe I don’t want to know.

Yahwell ya shake their hands
                                    Where were they last

AwwJesus.
            I don’t wanna know.  Suppose I’ll take my chances

Sure Aint remotely as bad as losing at Russian roulette

1500,  Saturday,  22  1. 22
1030,  Sunday,  20  3. 22

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