Special someone love
Ssl. Oh gracious i'm tired of this trash. It's that love you have for that special someone in your life. Your life not mine. There are four degrees of SSl. 1. infatuation 2. Maybe this could be a serious relationship and 3. the serious relationship 4. marriage.
I'll tie it into my last post later. It all has a horribly not worth it point.
This weeks great story.
Philip killed a rat. So we were taking out the trash and rats have been boarding in the garbage. About once every two weeks Philip makes a run to the dump here on island. Last time he successfully transported about three rats to the dump with the garbage. So this week we were a little skitish as we picked up the bags to throw them into the back of the truck. Worse the bags had holes in them. As Philip picked one bag up I saw something crawl into it. "Hey you got one." At that point the rat tried to kamikaze Philip. But He would have none of it. So as the rat ran full speed at Philip he merely picked up his flip-flop guarded shoe and stomped on the beasts head. Squish. Philip turned to me while tossing the bag into the truck and casually remarked, "Another one bites the dust..." End of story.
Ssl. Oh gracious i'm tired of this trash. It's that love you have for that special someone in your life. Your life not mine. There are four degrees of SSl. 1. infatuation 2. Maybe this could be a serious relationship and 3. the serious relationship 4. marriage.
I'll tie it into my last post later. It all has a horribly not worth it point.
This weeks great story.
Philip killed a rat. So we were taking out the trash and rats have been boarding in the garbage. About once every two weeks Philip makes a run to the dump here on island. Last time he successfully transported about three rats to the dump with the garbage. So this week we were a little skitish as we picked up the bags to throw them into the back of the truck. Worse the bags had holes in them. As Philip picked one bag up I saw something crawl into it. "Hey you got one." At that point the rat tried to kamikaze Philip. But He would have none of it. So as the rat ran full speed at Philip he merely picked up his flip-flop guarded shoe and stomped on the beasts head. Squish. Philip turned to me while tossing the bag into the truck and casually remarked, "Another one bites the dust..." End of story.
posted by Paul Murphy at
1:29 AM
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You now have my permission/blessing to write my biography. Be sure to include some story about how I saved the world too.
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Philip, at 11/06/2007 11:31 AM
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