I Love The Smell Of Wednesday Morning

I find myself appreciating my odd day off more and more. The whole two jobs covering six days is for the damn birds. The one and only one benefit is the extra income that this entire escapade has continued to produce. No, I’m still not telling y’all where I work, but I will tell you that @ one place I’m a mechanic and @ the other place I work in a family business. Both jobs provide over 40 hours in 3 days each, yes that is well over 80 hours in a 6 day work week. So, enough about work.

I haven’t been up to much else and for a long time I have been trying to get back in the groove here on my blog. As I looked at it again this morning I see things that I might want to make changes to. First of all, unless someone can figure out how to update my Facebook account without divulging my true identity I would really appreciate it more than words can express, I like my on line status to remain as anonymous as possible. Yes, I know, a handful of y’all know me in real life, and I’m good with that, but I want to keep the list as short as humanly possible. So, if you have cracked the code or now how to do it and want to share, just email me or post a comment to this post. Sadly, I kinda miss Facebook a bit, mostly because I could silently stalk my favourite blogs and people. Unfortunately, people don’t just people anymore, it has to be some sort of social media or one cannot communicate with others. I always knew that wasn’t who I am, but one gets lost or lonely every once in a while.

Time is a commodity with me. Why? Because I have very little to claim as my own. Makes me sound needy doesn’t it? This is the first day in many months that I woke up and didn’t have a “to do list” waiting for me. So I treating today like a vacation day and I plan on fucking off all day long. Yes, greed has taken over and the damn clock and alarms and schedules can go to hell until tomorrow. It gives me a perfect opportunity to read emails, look at my lonely dusty blog, and try to reconnect with you. So, one might get some more blog posts with some stuff I have found laying around. Who knows what kind of trouble I can get into with a free day. Also, for those of y’all that have shown concern for my well-being, I’m still kicking!

I would like to address a sensitive subject for many people. I’ve had more than one debate about the February 14th shooting massacre in Florida. I’m going to give y’all my personal opinion based on upbringing, the way I raised my children, and how society has tried to ruin it all. Save the hate mail, the whining, and the rest of the crazy crap. I’m not going to try to change anyone’s opinion, I’m merely going to be the one to say what I could only hope others think as well, and if not then maybe a little thought should be given to it. First of all, I blame the parents, I do this because I believe there was poor involvement in his entire life. Yes, I have read and listened to his family history and his troubled youth. That exact thing is what everyone blames, he fell through the cracks of society. Every adult or guardian or parent that was supposed to raise him failed. Now there are 17 lives taken and many, many more changed forever simply because he could do it because nobody was paying attention. I don’t blame the school, I don’t blame his friends, and I don’t blame guns. And personally I find this a real shitty opportunity to debate gun control and those people really disgust me as well as disappoint me because they are fucking blood sucking vultures. Now, as the aftermath fades away into history, I can only ask, where were his parents, his guardians, his caretakers, and his family. By tossing his life away they tossed the life away of many others. Why wait until a day murders to protest, how is protesting either side really honouring the lives lost, and why is it now that people choose to use this for a political platform. Fuck you people, bunch of fucking money grabbing shitheads using this and other occasions to push your damn agenda. How do you sleep well at night knowing that you will profit on this, quite simply, you make me fucking sick to my stomach. Want someone to blame, look in the fucking mirror.

I suppose, in the end, I feel frustrated simply because I’m a father of three who spent countless hours in their lives, talking with them, and being a part of their lives in general. We didn’t/ don’t just provide for their basic needs but we also are here emotionally for our children. We are not the model family, but we care about our children and their well-being, we are involved parents because we want to be in our children’s lives, not to control them, but nurture them and love them. It will forever aggravate me watching parents not be parents. Again, we are not the perfect family unit, but we’re family first and foremost. So, be pissed, be mad, and be involved, but try to direct your energy towards positive outcomes instead of trying to change the past. We don’t live in the past, we only have our present to make a difference.  In conclusion, I would like to wish my condolences to the victim’s families, just know there is at least one family out here who sheds tears for your losses.

The older I get the more I tend to not people much because so many people are centered in their own world. My message to parents is to become more than just provider and provide a positive presence in your children’s lives, they deserve it. Yes, I know,  my words will mostly fall on deaf ears, blind eyes, and angry minds. I feel as though I have the lone voice screaming a message nobody wants to hear. So, carry on, get those guns, get people at the school fired, and let the world know that those things are what are important to you.

If you have children, hug them tight and assure them you will always be there for them. I don’t know what to say to people without children other than if someone makes a choice to do something destructive that the person will find a way. Anyway, I’m sure you all have better things to do, so get back to doing it. Until next time……. have a great Hump Day!

 

Don’t Make Me Go Old School On You

Yea, y’all heard me. Cool phone, huh? While cleaning out my storage I came across this jewel of a phone. Thought I would share it with y’all since this was my very first cell phone ever which I got in the summer of 1999. I wish I had this to show my kids every time the bitched about their phones. The screen is too small, its too slow, and so on and so forth. Yes, it is a Nokia, the going rage back then, as well as being one of very few options one could purchase. I was all teched out back then, had my pager (which I guess is lost somewhere) and my phone, oh was I living the life back then…..lol. Wondering why I still have it yet? Damn good question, my best guess is it went in a box with other shit, taped up, and put out of sight, like many other things I have found, until today, which has been like a fucking treasure hunt. Much of this stuff in storage has been boxed up for about 15 years or so, some of this shit goes all the way back to the mid-80s and more added once I got out of the Air Force. So far, day one of cleaning this jam packed 10×20 storage has been a journey. Why in the hell do we keep stuff? I mean really, what’s the point? On the flip side of that question I do have things in storage which are near and dear to me, hand me downs from grandparents, my dad, and stuff I collected around the world. But damn, there’s allot of just straight junk and trash in there also. It’s always been the catch all for shit we didn’t have room for and didn’t know what to do with.

But, that time has come and gone, the time is now to make a clean break, a new start, and I made a decent dent in it today. At least now I can walk into the space, before today I could only reach in. I have tomorrow and three days next week to get anything out that fits in my car that way when I roll up the last week of this month with my trailer I’m only moving “furniture” items. My goal is to reduce the boxes to about 25% or so and so far I’m doing a fine job. And so far so good, no live or dead critters have been found and I haven’t come across anything that is wet yet, so the  surprises have been down to a minimum.

Anyway, this little post is pretty pointless, but I just wanted to check in with everyone, let y’all know I was still alive, and at the same time share a little nostalgia with everyone. Yes, I know a few of y’all were very young in 1999 so by the time you got your first cell phone they had come a long way. I’m sure if I find more great shit I will take a picture of it and share it in the near future. Once everything slows down by the end of this month I will be able to get back to “blogging” more. Until we meet again, remember to eat it every day!

Being The Father Of The Bride

One would think that the title, “father of the bride”, is to be dealt with lightly, but I’m here to tell you that the weight the title carries buckles the knees of the strongest men. Even I, a simple man, a man who only wants his children to be happy and healthy, has a hard time holding it all together on the ” big day”. Yes, it has finally happened, my 19 y/o daughter tied the knot this past weekend. After months of preparing, the day came and went like a gentle breeze. I’ve been to a few weddings in my life, been married twice of course, but nothing prepared me for giving my baby girl away in marriage, nothing. I’m sure at least a few of y’all are shaking your head in agreement, because you know I’m right.

I’m not going to talk much about the wedding ceremony itself, I think we all pretty much know how those go, and this wedding was no different, but this time it was my daughter who was the beautiful bride. I would, however, like to talk about the reception, because this is the place I learned how much my daughter really knew me, like deep down to my soul knew me, because she found the ways to make a normally emotionless man shed tears not only in sadness but in joy as well. I personally didn’t think I would break down in front of hundreds of people, but it happened. Let’s go back a while first, where it actually started hitting me. It was time now, after she was dressed in her gown, for me to place her garter, a garter she had not seen yet, a garter I searched high and low to find, the perfect garter for my little girl. Little did I know this was to be such a huge event, so many people were there, and the photographer catching every meaningful moment. I had no idea my special gift, my personal touch, and the beautiful garter of lace and satin would be such a “moment” for everyone. But it was, and it was a hard moment for me, it was when I realized that when the garter is finally removed she will be married. Let that sink in a moment, it hit me like a ton and a half of bricks, I was not prepared for the emotions or the brief moments of flashbacks to her childhood, or me as the proudest dad ever.

Soon, the ceremony was over, my little girl was now officially a married woman, and the next chapter of her life is beginning. I had thought I was keeping it together, remaining stoic in my composure, being the happy dad on the outside, hiding the even sadder dad on the inside. I was doing a damn fine job of it too, until my daughter decided it was time for her to give a toast. She raised her glass of sparkling grape and announced she would like to give a toast to her dad, her dad who was and always will be there for her, no matter what. There was more, much more, it grabbed my heart and began to ring out tears and emotion I didn’t even know was inside me. When she was done, when the clapping stopped, I made my way to the front of the room, going behind the table where she stood in happy tears, and we had the second biggest hug we ever had. Then it was announced that the father and daughter dance was going to commence momentarily so we needed to make our way to the dance floor. I was prepared for this once in a lifetime dance, I really was, but I was not prepared for the song she selected. Imagine being in the fellowship hall of the church your daughter was just married in and hear the first musical notes of the song “Changes” by Ozzy Osbourne sung with his daughter Kelly Osbourne, a song that I joked was about us, a song about letting go, and a song about daddy’s little girl growing up. To increase the emotional tug of our song, she had prepared a slideshow of many moments of her growing up, of her and I in the good times and bad, and our dance became the hug that I never wanted to end. So, if you were wondering why that was included at the beginning of this post you now have your answer, I hope you enjoyed it.

I close this post now trying to understand the pain and joy of one’s daughter getting married, remembering that in June of 2016 my oldest daughter will be getting married, and I wonder if I’m strong enough to do it twice. Eventhough I’ve said it a trillion times, I want to tell my daughter that she is truly loved and I wish her one thousand years of happiness. To all my readers, thanks for taking the time to share in some of my personal moments and memories today.

Here’s To The Crazy Ones

Is This Beast On Anyone’s Radar

 

2015 Ford Torino GT!!!!

How Long Have We Waited For This???!!!

Story originally found on this page.

Ford production of model called Torino began in 1968, 1968 Torino  had a regular six-cylinder engine of 3.3 liters, the V8 on the other hand was offered in 4.7 and 4.9 liters, V8 of 6.4L, and V8 engine of 7.0L. Next came a model 1970 New Torino who had multiple versions.

The Torino GT had the 7.0L engine and was the basis for a NASCAR race car, which successfully competed. The 2015 Ford Torino GT will be amongst the most demanded muscle cars once it is released to the market.

The new Ford Torino will be powered by a 5.0 liter V8 Ti-VCT engine from Ford Mustang GT. This engine will be able to produce 435 horsepower, and 400 lb-ft of torque. It will go from 0-60 mph within four seconds and the top speed will be 170 miles per hour. This engine is also expected to have a more economical fuel consumption (15 city/25 hwy) compared to similar cars and therefore it is an idea car for people who look at fuel economy.

The 2015 Ford Torino GT is anticipated to be released during the late months of 2015 and its price is expected to be about $40,000.

Normally I don’t consider myself to be in the car buying market. I don’t really care for car payments or getting rid of what I trust and know. But, with my wife now owning a new Ford Mustang, which is fun as hell to drive, I can see the allure of a hot rod sports car. But, on the practical side, I need a commuter, I need something to be able to haul a trailer, or to be able to load the family up and go some place. So, in reality, I don’t think I could ever downsize to a car because I need something bigger. Perhaps when my son has graduated high school and all the kids have moved out, then maybe, but then again I have been eyeballing the Ford Raptor for a few years now. My wife is the car driver in our family, it fits her style, size, and personality. I like the subtle approach, more or less, and I’m a firm believer that bigger is better. Anyway, I found this trolling around the interweb this morning and thought I would share. I don’t know if there are any car guys/girls reading here any more or if anyone here is still a Ford fan, either way, I thought it was cool as shit, I’ve always been a Torino fan and a Ford fan.

As a note, the two Ford Torino pictures and the italicized text above were found at the website mentioned above. The posting of the information was done without permission, not to promote myself, my blog, or their website, but to exchange this information about the 2015 Ford Grand Torino GT with my readers and the general public if they so choose to visit here. This information is intended to only promote the upcoming release of this car with some basic information. My intent was not to be deceptive, only to show what I consider to be valued information.

The Hunt For The Perfect Sports Car

So, the hunt for the perfect sports car was not an idea of my own, oh no, its much deeper than that, because this isn’t my little itch. In fact, when my wife announced to me a month or so ago that she was having a need for speed, I was a little shocked to say the very least, because my wife, not unlike me, for the most part, drives the speed limit, her……… usually below it for some strange reason. This all begins with a long talk between us, you know the kind, “Honey, we need to talk…”. I was thinking if there been anything that I should be worried about, but after 5 seconds I decided I was clean. She began by reminding me that on  or around our anniversary at the end of March this year I mentioned to her that she needed a newer car because the time was coming that her poor Suzuki was about to have some serious cash thrown at it for brakes, some engine work, and some serious electronic issues, nothing that would lead to a better sales return on the vehicle later. She told me then that she didn’t want another small suv, it needed to be something different. The conversation, I thought, had been dismissed and forgotten. Way wrong answer! The following weekend she announces that she no longer wants to drive a “mommy car” since all of the kids are grown now, well, with the exception of my son who will be 14 in August. Her justifications didn’t end there, she states I have a big suv for the family so we don’t need two suvs any longer, so she wants a Camaro. WTF? How in the hell did a Camaro get into the whole equation!!!!!!

I’ll tell y’all exactly how, she wanted a sports car, a slick modern sports car, one for us to tour around in without kids, go places in, and for her to drive the whole three miles to work and then back. Sounds legit, right? So, she agreed, she’s getting a Camaro, yes, she agreed to it. She spent an enormous amount of time, investing many hours finding the perfect Camaro. When she located a handful of Camaros to look for, we set off a few Saturdays ago to go “shopping”. And no, there were no other options, she wanted a Camaro, period. We went to the first place, our local Chevrolet dealer, had discussions with the sales person, and finally we headed for contestant #1. In front of us sat a decked out white exterior, black leather interior, shiny rims, V6, 2014 Camaro. Because, that’s why, this is what she shopped so diligently for. First of all, it was hard to get into a car that is mere inches from off the ground for a person with jacked up knees. Have I ever mentioned I’m 6’7″? Anyway, I was chose to drive it because I’m the man. What a dumb ass reason to be chosen to test drive a car. After getting in, setting the mirrors, and so for I began the drive, just me and my wife, out for a “spin” First of all, I was very disappointed in the car overall because it has mega blind spots, a squatty cabin area, and it accelerated like a bicycle built for two. WTF Chevy! Anyway, the whole ride was me biting my tongue because this is what she wanted, I wasn’t going to rain on her parade. Fortunately, she announced that she wasn’t going to get a Camaro after all, she said she could see “it” in my face from the moment I had to get down on my hands and knees to get into the car, all the way over the whole drive, and again trying to get out of the damn thing. Believe me, the car is slick looking, I’ll give it points for that. A car of that nature needs more than a pussy V6 in my opinion.

On our way out a shiny red 2014 Mustang Coupe caught her eye. We stop to check it out, which it was sharp as well, reminds me of the ’65 Mustang Fastback. Maybe its just me. So, we ask to test drive it, we are ablidged, and away we go. I had the complete opposite reaction to this car, and not knowing so at the time, I was beginning to like it, allot. This V6 did not disappoint, not in any regards, not in any way at all. Upon our return, we got to talking about the color, about the packages (have I ever mentioned my wife is a Google abuser?) Plus, we had driven by other dealerships, at about 105, and she claims she spotted some other cars she wants to check out. On this list was including a 2015 Dodge Challenger SXT, a bit out of my price range, but what the hell, why not. For you techy car types out there, yes this the one that has the 6.2L Supercharged V8 tucked under the hood. We were not allowed to drive this one by ourselves though. OMFG! Daddy likes! I was allowed to drive it like I stole it too, I signed a waiver prior stating my insurance would pay for it if I wrecked it and or pay any tickets I might get. I called my insurance, I was told sure, we cover it all, have fun. Fun? I will only say that yes, it hauls some serious ass, no I didn’t get a ticket, yes it was a 49 minute test drive, no I didn’t wreck it, yes I think I made my wife and the 20 year old salesman wet themselves a little. I’m just saying……… However, it was challenging getting in and out of this car as well, but I could make do. I will own a Challenger SRT Hellcat when they hit Houston, I started saving my pennies on that day.

Alas, the day concluded at dusk, we drove some great cars and some crap cars, and one or two really bad ass cars, but we didn’t buy anything, my wife hasn’t made up he mind, so, I figure I’m either safe or screwed at this point, I didn’t try to make it about me, but hey, I was the chosen one to test drive all these cars, why the hell not have a little fun while doing it. As the week passes my wife gets more and more depressed, one by one each one of her “choices” were being sold. It was a rough week for both of us, I had to sleep with her. Early this last Saturday morning I woke her but up early because I did a little hunting the night before and I think I found a suitable substitute for all the ones she saw before that are now distant memories rolling down some highway with someone else behind the wheel. Too dramatic? We ended up out in the sticks, Conroe Texas, where I called ahead to make sure this sweet Mustang was still available. When we pulled into the lot her eyes lit up like a twelve year old girl getting the all new Easy Bake over, it was beautiful seeing her all lit up like that. After a nice test drive, it was time to deal, we have a budget that cannot be deviated from for no reason, not even a penny. Needless to say, they hit the budget, actually below it, which makes me very happy, and my wife got her 2014 Ford Mustang V6 Coupe, so she is still as giggly as a twelve year old girl. Which, in the end is what it is all about, I love seeing my wife so happy she cant contain herself. What’s the old adage, “if mommas’ happy……… everyone is happy”? It’s true, y’all know it and I know it. But, wait, did I get a new car? Not yet, that day will come, not any time soon I’m sure, but it will come one day. Meanwhile I can have fun in her little beast in disguise. She even told me she will “let” me drive it. I think I will “let” her give my son and I curbside service for the ZZ Top concert this coming Saturday. If I cant be a rock star maybe I can just arrive like a wannabe! I will be sure to follow up on the concert sometime next week. And, as well, if we have any adventures in the Mustang that deem worthy of sharing, I will try to remember to write about it all.

I’m Happy With The New Background

As shown here in the Rexi photobomb, we can see how the new background looks on a large computer screen. I like it! Thanks, as always to my special friend, Rexi.

Looking For Feedback…………….

In my efforts to take the words of the people and apply it directly into my blog, I have made a change to the the background scenario. Why? In some browsers the old background, which was rich in texture and color, would (as it was explained to me) make my blog load slowly. As well, it was mentioned many times, that the old background was “demonic” and/or “scary”. I had some other samples over the last year made by friends that I couldn’t get to work no matter how I tried to apply it, however, I really, really appreciate all of those efforts. With the help of friends, the colors of the new background were tweaked to be black and red, continuing the color scheme here. Personally I really like it, now I would like your feedback. Here is the sample, and you can now see it applied as the background. Thanks in advance.

Features, Updates, And Other Changes

Within the last 24hrs there have been some changes going in here. Many of which have been behind the curtains with only minimal obviousness to the public. And most of the publically noticeable changes were in regards to relabeling items to the right, removing things from the right altogether, adding some new buttons, and reworking my entire blog roll and tag cloud. Blah blah blah yawn blah blah. They were just some house keeping issues that needed to really be tended to. There is a problem that I can’t fix however, and that is how your particular browser loads this blog. I had a handful of observations and complaints that it is “too busy” and therefore does not load right. So, I do apologize, I can’t fix that. I can say one thing, I use Chrome while on the PC or laptop and Chrome on my Motorola Android cell phone and I never, repeat never, have had an issue. Take into consideration that 98% of everything that is done here is from my phone and the other 2% is done from my tablet. No problems ever. I’m no expert but it sounds like a browser problem on your end. I have NO CONTROL of how anything loads up in your browser. Anyway, there has been an ass-load of updates to my blog roll, I have added many knew kick ass blogs. Understandably we all don’t have the same taste in what we like, but the ones listed are ones I really like. If you would like to drop me your link to check out please free to drop me a line here or an email, either way.

Where Is The Best Friend Line Drawn?

Greetings Scorpion Sting –

I hope you can use this story somewhere on your blog. I have been wanting to send you my story for sometime now, pretty much since I stumbled onto your blog a few long months ago. Mine is a lifetime story which I will tell in a short version because it all cumulates into one weekend which has changed my life personally forever. I will start with the two gorgeous women in the pictures I sent you. We, the three of us, have been friends since we were thrown together to play in diapers at daycare. We are all three generally the same age, all birthdays are in the same month, August, and we all just recently turned 21 at one giant birthday party out in the country by a local lake. I will use our nicknames we have always went by as I describe who we are to you. The blonde has always been known as Thing One and the brunette as Thing Two, and as you may be thinking, that leaves me as The Cat (as in The Cat In The Hat). Why? As toddlers we would get into mischievous troubles and since I was the boy in the madness I was always blamed somehow for orchestrating it all. We would continue to be this threesome throughout our school years, except our mischievous nature grew much more intense. Especially in high school where Thing One and Two decided to really blossom. They would get both wanted and unwanted attention from quite a few of the high school boys. We grew up like brothers and sisters for the most part. All of doing our own stuff but always being involved in each others stuff. It was a weird relationship I never realized was that way until we got older. All I can tell you is this, we did most everything together because we were always together. In fact, we all started working at the same place right out of high school up until just recently for me as I have quit, we’ll get to that.

Now, for the purpose of this story to you and your readers, our 21st birthday party. Thing Two’s parents have been in the process of clearing some land at a local lake so they could build their retirement home since all of their children are out and on their own. They wanted to downsize but still have the room for everyone to get together. Since there was now access to the lake they thought it was the perfect place for is to gather for the birthday party with all of our friends. Now, I have seen them in bikinis before, I have seen them naked their entire lives, hell when we were younger we bathed together, but when they came slinking out of the tent together on that fateful day my jaw absolutely dropped to the dirt. I was experiencing rushes of blood allover my body that I have never felt before with Thing One and Thing Two. As the day drew on we all drank way to much and many things got out of hand, things were said that maybe should have never been said out loud, much less even thought of. As day turned into night my lust for them grew in intensity and finally the awkwardness broke for all three of us. I was standing alone watching them dance, shake, and party for some time now, finally it took its toll. These two slinked over to me and pointed down to my shorts and asked if that was for them. Embarrassed, I tried to walk away in silence but they grabbed my arms and told me we needed to have a serious talk about what was happening. Talk? There was nothing to say. After a bit of embarrassment I was escorted by them out to have a seat by the raging campfire. While we sat there drinking, eating s’mores, and cussing like sailors I noticed they were acting differently, they were full on flirting with me in front of everyone there. It increased in intensity once they began touching me places in ways that, until that day, never considered, but was enjoying it more than I tried to let on. Before long the party would break up and everybody except us three left. We laid out a they laid out a blanket in front of the logs we had been sitting on around the fire and had a seat where I was instructed to follow suit. Sitting between them now, I was being bombarded with questions, mostly they wanted to know how many times before I watched them in the shadows with an erection. Then, out of the wild blue came the confession from them that changed our friendship forever. They explained that for years they have been attracted to me me but always felt I didn’t feel the same way so they never acted on their feelings. What? I was in total disbelief. To this day I do not believe it went down the way it did. It wasn’t possible.

Then Thing Two said she had a plan and announced to me how things were about to happen. I could not believe my ears and certainly was not believing my eyes. First they both helped me stand where one pulled my shirt off and the other pulled my shorts off. I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life, it was almost painful. They sat me down, kissing on me as I sat, and then told me to get ready. Before my eyes they began stripping each other, caressing each other, and kissing each other all over their bodies. I could not believe what I was witnessing. After what seemed a lifetime they came over to me, slid me down so I was laying on my back. I was to told to close my eyes because we we going to play a game now. Then I felt something being wrapped around my head, I was being blind folded. Then, in the came of the night, I felt the warmth and wetness of one of them sliding down my erection. After a few up and down deep glides I was asked who I thought it was, Thing One or Thing Two. I don’t know, how in the fuck am I supposed to know. Then, I was released from her clutches and I felt the tender warmth of a tongue licking away all of the juices left behind. Again, I was asked, who did I think it was. Again, I have no idea in the world. As great as this should be I am becoming very frustrated with both of them. Then it began, in silence one mounted me again, this was the other one, I could tell. Just as soon as she began motioning up and down the other decided to sit on my face and grind until I gave in and enjoyed both rides. They would switch back and forth, each time it got more violent and more aggressive. Before long I was ready, somehow they knew, the both quickly jumped off and began to suck me, I could feel both mouths, both sets of teeth, band north of the hands. Then, with out warning I exploded, it was like a volcano you see erupting on TV, I just kept going for what seemed to be an eternity. Moments later my blindfold was removed and when I got them into focus I saw that both of them had been covered in the eruption. I giggled at first and then they asked, in unison, if it was worth the wait. Well, fuck yeah. Except I didn’t know I was waiting form this day to come. After a quick dip in the lake to clean up we all returned to the fire to get dressed. The sun was coming up, and I can see now why Thing Two’s  parents chose this spot, it is beautiful.

Nothing was really said while we cleaned up so we could leave. The drive back to drop them off bat their apartment was creepy quiet. We said our goodbyes and mentioned we would see each other on Monday for work. I never showed up to work. I have not returned calls or texts. I haven’t been answering the door either. After about a month I broke down and went over to their place. I wanted to talk and I was told there wasn’t anything to say, things will be as they always have been, we will all three be and remain absolute best friends forever. What happened did because it needed to happen I was told, I can live with that.

A note from Scorpion Sting. As moderator of the content on this bog this is normally where I would add my own commentary but I have made the choice to just leave this one be. I will ask tho, where does the best friend line get drawn?