TyB
She she asked, "Why foe you be cran"? I had just gotten a spankin and was walking down the sidewalk away from home. No memory of where I thought I was going. It took me a few to figure out what that lady was saying. She scolded my father shortly after asking me why I was "cran". It was Freddy's mom. The only name I remember of that household. Freddy.
Dad hated faggots. His favorite author was Arthur C. Clarke. Go figure.
I always thought faggotry began in the 1990s. Still can't figure that shit out. First they said they were women trapped in woman's bodies. Now they got all kinds of different kinds of faggots.
Too many "non working holidays". Once we build up AI and a few billion robots to do all the work, we won't need any non working holidays. Then what do you think they will force people to do?
She was at the Light House lawn. Just got off a boat. She dug me.
I was always uneasy when people applauded one another in any kind of gathering. Felt like people were trying to train you. Like a puppy. With praise, a pat on the head. Slaves all. And love their slavery. Proud slaves who call themselves free.
I had a pair of Angel Flights and a pair of green Adidas sweat pants and two shirts and one pair of underwear. Black Puma shoes and a pair of socks. No coat.
I got a winter coat for my birthday.
Don't remember what it looked like.
the first nigh we stayed in a state park and ate hot dogs cooked over a camp fire.. The deer were tame and would eat out of your hand.