In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Boundaries.”
We must teach them to children…for their own goodWe must take care with those that we allow to cross ours…Respect them in others…for their sake as well as ours (there is a glass boundary here you can bet your life!)Some come and go with the tide…Some are foreverWhether man made…Or by design…We need them…If only to cross them
“Hey Guido” “Yeah Tony?” “Com ‘ere” “Oh, sure ting Tone”“Listen up…you see dat boid over there on da roof yeah? So, you sit right here and watch me good. Dis gonna be good” “Oh yeah sure ting Tone. I sees ‘im and I’ll watch good. Hey Tone? Watcha gonna do Tone?” “Never youz mind. Jes watch like I says. Got it?”“Hey Tone. Tone…over here Tone. I see ya on da roof. I’m watching. Jes like you said!”[JeZus, don’t he ever shadup?”][Da Boid thinks…WTF?]“Guido! Shhhhhhhh, jes watch I said. Ima gonna scare da shit outta dis boid.”‘Uh, hey. Ugly-face. You know I can hear you right? You DO know I’m still alive right? I thought all you goombas only ate dead meat. I ain’t dead. Ya freakin’ meatball.”[What a dummy. Thick necked, thick headed GOOMBA. Hahaha. Thinks he can scare me?]“Dat Tone, he’s such a funny guy!”{Tone..whistlin} {Da Boid thinking…WTF?}“Watzamatta Boid? Ya nervous?”“Whatever Man…I ain’t scared of you, I just ain’t into your goomba games.”“NO…I ain’t scared. That’s just the wind rufflin’ my feathers ya putz. But I got other stuff to do…I’m outta here. Go pick a scab or something ya thug!”“Hehe…not scared he says. Hey, Guido! D’ya see da boid no more?“Hey Guido. What I tell ya? I told ya I waz gonna scare the shit outta dat boid! See it?”“Bwaaahaaa. Ya sure did Tone, ya sure did! Bwaahaaa, scared the crap right outta dat boid!”‘See ya’z later Guido. Ima go see if ol’ scarity boid tastes as good as he lies!!! Maybe I’ll save ya some. Bwaahaaa!”‘“Hey Tone. Hey Tone, wait. Ima come too. Wait for meeeeee!”
For those of you who take advantage of digital technology to keep up with current affairs in your communities, states, country, or the world, you don’t know what you are missing.
Perhaps it’s because you are too young to remember what it was like to open a newspaper. The sound, the smell, and the ink on your fingers. Or maybe you don’t have the leisure time every day to sit and peruse your local rag.
Whatever the reason, it’s too bad, you are missing out on a truly satisfying and, sometimes, very entertaining past time.
This is my Ode To Print…with sincere thanks for all the years of joy.
Spring is a word on a calendar here in the northeast.
Spring is a cock comb tease.
Spring is the day we jump from snow ass deep to mud up to our elbows.
Spring may have sprung and sprouted where you are, but it’s laughing all the way to the snow-bank here!
Click on the following…they’ll make you glad you live somewhere else!
Spring hits tomorrow…yeah, can ya dig it?Spring Ah yut…it sprung alrighttoday sure glad it’s spring Am so glad winter is over oh yeah um hm that’s right snap!
As for me? Well, I’ll just wish you all a beautiful spring while I try to get the handle of this snow shovel up father winter’s a….oops!
Perhaps a new night lite is warranted? And just hush…no night lite cracks.
But I can’t help but think this crazy cock is gonna get clocked if he doesn’t shoosh!
Is this what sleepless in snow land
does to people who go to bed with stupid smart phones?
Guess that’s a rhetorical question.
Maybe he’s just overly protective and is showing me the sun? That’s a nice thought…crazy…but nice.
Okay Rooster McOptimist, I get it. The sun is just over the horizon. It’ll be here by dawn.
Do you think you can go to bed now and let me do the same?
That would be swell.
I promise I’ll never do this again.
Night everyone.
🙂
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