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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Grainne who wrote (14810)	1/7/1998 1:13:00 AM
From: Hubert Few	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 108807

HiYa Gracie....pardon the brief intermission! I am like they say, practicing at having a life. Ok, so nobody says it exactly that way. Usually it is more an inference that a person's existence is somewhat lacking, when the simple truth of the matter is that a totally stationary life cycle, spent watching the orbital patterns of various solar systems (if only in the mind's eye) would be an efficient study of humankind at it's best! It's all BS and warmed over toast. I like the warmed over toast best, it melds nicely with malt whiskey and various "mood altering" substances none of which are intended to be mixed with ethyl alcohol. (perfectly legal mind you, a side benefit of various proddings and doings which border on the unspeakable. Ok, tonight Hubie is intoxicated, with an excruciating back pain. He feels sorry for himself in a third person sort of way as first person is not only shameful but unmanly at best. I drink, therefore I become. That which is not only of "the higher road" (figuratively speaking of course) but of a generous offering to the powers that be to stop phucking around with my tired and semi-functional body. Sometimes I think the only good to come from my various "therapies" is the lining of some undeserving doctor's shop coat with insurance money. The best that can be said of my treatment to date is that it has advanced my symptoms, oh, probably 20 years. On two different occaisons I pee'd my pants at work, and on uncountable others I have felt as if someone strung me up like a piece of popcorn on a barbed wire fence....just loose enough to spin around delicately balanced between my anus and my penis. Prostate cancer is (subjectively speaking) a big pain in the lower end. Encourage all your men folk (since guys are hopelessly negligent) to visit their doctors and get signed up for the latest and greatest. (kind of like the 386, 486. MMX "flavor of the week") PSA tests can tell you things you don't want to know. It can not, however, tell you how you may fare without treatment....of course that is the big bug-a-boo...boo! Hey, it's just life, a whimsical fanfare of far away fruitful fantasies, it is the epitomy of life as we know it and dare to tread the beaten path of stupifying realities. Arggghhhh....say cheese please and try not to frighten the natives with talk of impending doom and gloom. I vacate this spot in the hopes that another more succinct explanation will emerge from the primordial stew, another chance spin of the wheel, a distant "poof" in the face of a weary time traveler whose ship has careened out of control and landed on the set of a Victoria's Secret commercial...the cloned models "private's" having been sewn shut and tucked neatly to dispel any rumors of their humanity. Ha! I'm Ok....and you????? (fairly proficient at the small talk which we humans thrive on) Cheers!