I thought of you when, in the ocean pool, one of my fellow swimmers suddnely duckdived and emerged with the biggest crayish you could imagine. It was crawling about right below him, so the weak and nasty old bugger raced home with it and threw it in boiling water and then ate it. next day all the old coots were moaning with the very thought of eating that crayfish. I just said: how could you have tossed it into a hot pot? When it had been going about like a friendly companion with you? Naturally they all just roared at me and I went about my own business but I did recall this big hairy white thing* at the time.
Middle aged gay single male. Fairly straight acting.. I'm not a flame, but if you know me you can tell. Not dating. Not looking to hook up, not for casual sex, one night stands or any of that crap. I'm happy being single. I'm pretty darned selfish.
I go to work. I watch way too much TLC on television. I sit in front of this computer too much and I do nothing productive while I'm on it.
I have decided I have no taste in music whatsoever. No that isn't right.. I do have some really good stuff. I listen to whatever suits me at the moment.
I have Abba, Godsmack, Streisand, Alanis Morisette, Duran Duran, Jesus Christ Superstar, The Willy Wonka Soundtrack, Zappa, Ashlee Simpson, Backstreet Boys, Elvis, Delfonics, I even like The Darkness... you name it I have it. The problem is finding which cd I want because I have so many.
I can't even find anything on my Ipod there's so much on it
I'm the one that keeps the music industry in business. I actually buy cds. Imagine that. Listening to Roberta Flack at the moment. I think I'll stick Aerosmith in next.
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I meant to comment on this the other day.
I thought of you when, in the ocean pool, one of my fellow swimmers suddnely duckdived and emerged with the biggest crayish you could imagine. It was crawling about right below him, so the weak and nasty old bugger raced home with it and threw it in boiling water and then ate it.
next day all the old coots were moaning with the very thought of eating that crayfish. I just said: how could you have tossed it into a hot pot? When it had been going about like a friendly companion with you?
Naturally they all just roared at me and I went about my own business but I did recall this big hairy white thing* at the time.
* the lobster in the picture, that is.
I hope that white lobster thing isn't the only one. If there are more I hope they're left alone.
I don't suppose they're very smart, but what do I know... I thought about it while reading your blog the other day...
Undersea Albatross... what if...???
I still do like some nice lobster every once in a while.
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