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The Women Of Walmart
Posted:May 23, 2018 8:50 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2018 8:55 am
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Ok, there are no women at Walmart worth mentioning. At least not in MY area. Well, it's pretty rare. Oh, there's the occasional interesting cashier, like the one with the "ivy" neck tattoo that has crept up the side of her face and was slowly "growing" across her forehead. As she dragged my items over the scanner, rather than wondering where it would end, I was more curious about where it had started. I don't have any tattoos, so whenever I see a woman with a good amount of ink, I wonder about all the ones I CAN'T see. There's no better feeling than grabbing a girl from behind by the hips and looking down and reading her tramp stamp: "property of _______".

I normally go to a local grocery chain for my food, and Walmart for my household items, but every now and then I'll peruse the grocery section to look for variety. Well, I hit the mother lode, yesterday! I found a pack of "Imitation Crab" that was twice the size of the one I bought at my regular store for only about $1.50 more. SCORE! Plus, I got a couple of box fans for $16.00 each for the impending summer swelter.

I've been to Walmart twice this week. I love shopping and the store is big enough to satisfy my shopping needs. Maybe I should go to the mall......... if only they had push carts...
How is the "eye candy" at YOUR local Walmart?

I don't see this at MY Walmart...



I see this...

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Happy McMother's Day
Posted:May 13, 2018 5:52 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2018 12:30 am
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Happy Mother's Day to all you Moms out there. For all the Moms that get the kiddos up in the morning, pour the cereal, and get them off to school. For all the Moms that do the dishes, wash the clothes, vacuum the floors, and mop. For all the Moms that pick the kids up, run them to soccer, the Dr, the grocery store, and stay up late finishing up that school project that's due tomorrow. The Moms that get the kids cleaned up, PJ'd, and tucked in bed, and follows that up with another round of dishes, trash, and picking up after everybody in the house. To all the Moms who do all this around the house, plus a full or part-time job. To all the Moms who do ALL THAT YOU DO, without complaint, without pay, often without any words of gratitude, just because IT HAS TO BE DONE.

Funny thing is, I do all these things, too. In 2010, when my daughter-in-law passed from a prescription opioid overdose, my 2 little G-girls moved in with me. My ex wasn't interested in being a full time Mom again. After she moved out, I was happy to take on a new role, most of which I'd done a bit of here and there, just not on a full time daily schedule.

Today I got my recognition. Today I received a beautiful square of decorated bathroom tile with my youngest's face glued to it and a hand written note. The note thanked me for the things that I do, reminded me about the way I make her feel, and told me I was loved. I guess in a way, to her, I'm her Mom. I've never felt better than when I read that card.

So, I'm gonna enjoy this day with all you Moms out there, happy that I've been remembered on this special day that comes once a year. Even though, I know they forgot that today is my birthday.

Happy Mother's Day!!!!

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Window Shopping
Posted:May 11, 2018 10:49 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2018 6:39 pm
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It's what I call perusing the profiles on that Piece of Fish dating site. You can't really do it here, you can hover over the pics and see a preview, but unless you buy the golden crown your not gonna see shit. On Smells Like Fish you don't even hafta join, just go on as a visitor, click on the preview profiles and you are in! Then you can jump from profile to profile, you just can't contact them.

That's where the problem starts. I see something I like, someone I wanna touch, smell, talk to. So, I fill out a profile, nothing much, just enough to get in. Not putting up a pic though, just enough profile to get on and message her. So I can tell her she's looking good, that I like her style, that I want her to be the future Ex-Mc_justmc, or maybe gargle my unborn babies.

So, now I figure I've gotta put up a pic, just one, just to make it possible, this one isn't too much, well, this is a good one, too. In a matter of days I've got a full blown profile, a mail box full of "Howdy Doo's" and "How are you's" from women I have no interest in. Window shopping in my area isn't like "Macy's", it's more like "Flea Market". On Tuesday. By the 4th day I'm "Favoriting" women far enough away that an "Honest to God Meet" would be a very serious and far fetched thing.

Then I remember, I don't wanna date, I just want to "Window Shop". Everything's so much happier when it's "just for lookin' at". So, I delete my profile and go back to the world of the "dis-joined". Fantasies last so much longer like that.

Not that I have a problem forking over the dough-ra-me to get crowned here, I just don't feel like calling the bank when they decline the charge. Once they told me it was because the site's billing location was Kitts Island. Another time the lady told me she wouldn't authorize a payment to an "Escort Service". I asked her," What kind of Escort service do you think I can get for $24.95?" crickets. I don't like the "Puritan Police" "policing" my purchases. So, I can forget that masturbator I was gonna buy from "Adam & Eve". And that subscription "Pipe Dreams" is just that..... If the "Red Light District" in Amsterdam had a "Drive Thru Window" I could pick up something "to go".

Do you "Window Shop"? Does your bank "patrol" your purchases?

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Get Your Machete!
Posted:May 4, 2018 8:13 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2018 10:04 am
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The place is thick with trolls like I haven't seen since the douche that wanted to suck a man off, but swore he wasn't gay, what was his name? Or that Northern fucktard that tracked dogshit thru the blogs with his mukluks after one of his daily nature walks, making up fake profiles to troll his former friends. I know his name, he's very forget-able...

Have you seen the trollfest online tonight? It's almost interesting. Let the bloodbath begin!!!

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Grocery Store Dating
Posted:Apr 27, 2018 9:53 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2018 5:43 am
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While I was making my shopping list, (cheese, coffee, ground beef), I had a few thoughts about "shopping" for women at the grocery store.

The Deli Section: these items are so over-priced you can imagine the taste of the women that shop here. I am neither (monterey jack cheese) wealthy or fresh, so I skip the items AND women in this section.

The Bakery Section: Women here may be looking to lose themselves in sweets, which may indicate recent break ups or (small carrot cake) simply a love of sugar. I spend little time here.

The Produce Section: This may be one of the best or one of the worst pick up sections. The women here may be (avocados) healthy minded, but could also be health nuts. I'm looking for (tomatoes) a friend NOT a personal trainer. I skip this area as a high risk. I gotta watch what I'm squeezing here...

The Canned Food Section: This is a very safe area. I love (tuna) a girl with a can opener! I do most of my "shopping" here. I watch out for (black olives) the ones in the "beans" section, I'm not into those kind of games.

The Kitchenwares Section: An excellent area for picking up women. Most kitchen tools look like AND can be used as Sex Toys. Theses women are either Suzy Homemakers or women that are too shy to order (cheese grater) vibrators off the internet. This aisle has high possibilities!

The Spice/Baking Section: I love this aisle. I mean, what man (or woman with a strap-on) wouldn't want "put it" to June Cleaver? The women here are so focused on yeasts and herbs it's really hard to get their (fajita seasoning) attention. I like to play dumb with the spices, just mumble things like, "What's the difference between Tarragon and Turmeric?" That usually gets thing started.

The Meat Section: Most women here are married, but the best (chicken breast) way to know is by what kind of meat they're buying. Steaks, most likely married, Chicken, possibly available, Liver, walk away, just walk away.

The Dairy Section: The best way to shop here is by quantities. More than one gallon of milk says multiple kids at home. Multiple containers of yogurt says possible (cottage cheese) digestive tract issues. Just like the "Bean" section, I'm not into that.

The Ice Cream Section: I avoid this aisle at all cost. I don't want to even make eye contact with (popsicles) a woman on this aisle. These women are on the rebound, and while that may be an easy pick up, I know better. This aisle will bite me in the ass.

The Medicine Section: Do I need (allergy pills) to say anything about the women found on THIS aisle? They are either prone to headaches OR they have something that needs (astroglide) an ointment. PASS.

The Coffee Section: THE BEST FUCKING AISLE IN THE STORE! Any woman I see on this aisle is a potential "soul mate". If you can find (hazel nut creamer) one that spends more than (crystal light tea) 5 minutes on this aisle, she is "wife" material. My favorite place to loiter!

The Checkout Section: Any friendships or sexy glances disappear here. There is way too much tension here to make anything happen. The register girl smiles at everybody, so I don't even start with that fantasy, and the girl sacking my groceries is usually a "double bagger" if you know what I mean.

I love (deodorant) grocery shopping. Do you?
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Love At A Red Light
Posted:Apr 22, 2018 8:28 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2018 4:39 am
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Cruising down the road, windows down, nice breeze whipping through my truck, just enough to keep the sweating down to a minimum. YELLOW LIGHT -Fuck Me! Time to sweat.

As I slowly start to melt, a car slides into the space beside me. Oh my! She looks hot! Finger brushing her hair in her rear view mirror, nice shoulder length hair, long enough to wrap around my fist as I drive into her from behind.

She reapplies her lipstick, blood red it covers her plump lips. The color I love smeared on my cock, she puts it on thick. Thick enough that by the time she's nearly blown me to ecstasy I'll look like John Bobbitt, post Lorena.

Checking her left hand I notice the absence of any jewelry on that finger. Long, thin fingers, I can see the tendons just under her alabaster skin, nearly transparent, blue veins pumping blood. I can see her fist stroking my cock, controlling my mind with her varying speeds, eventually milking every last drop of cum from my aching balls.

I watch as she slowly, .... steadily, .... thrusts her finger up her nose. Digging for gold, she's oblivious to all and everything around her. And all and everything around her are disgusted, shocked,and broken hearted, all at the same time. The light can't change fast enough to sooth my hurt.

GREEN LIGHT -Oh, thank God. I am so out of that intersection, that relationship, that pain. The things I would have sacrificed for that woman, time, money, heart and soul, but that's me. How can I be so foolish to think I could find a true and honest love at a red light. Fuck that silliness, on my way now, a few miles between me and home, real air conditioning, a few puffs of some brain conditioning and I'll be whole again.

YELLOW LIGHT -Christ!!! I'm timing them perfectly. Fuck me, another hot Texas summer in a car without A/C, I wipe the sweat from my forehead, ....out of the corner of my eye... a car slides into the space next to me... Oh my.....
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Twas The Evening Of Christmas
Posted:Dec 25, 2017 6:04 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2018 9:48 am
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Twas the evening of Christmas and all over my floor
Was the gift wrapping paper I’d just bought at the store
Toys scattered in piles with no thought, with no care
On tables, on couches, the same on my chair

I grimaced, I grumbled, whilst keeping my chill
Sarcastic remarks about having my fill.
To my room I did exit, To my Sanctum I flee
Clean tables, clean chairs, sweet tranquility

Here in my bedroom, Internet and TV
Comfortable chairs, Oh shit! I need tea!
Then what to my wondering eyes do I see?
The living room mess had increased times three!

I didn’t get mad, no yelling no bitchin’
Turning on the hot water, I started cleaning the kitchen
And I told them a fact of how it would be
If their fine Christmas mess was left here for me

They would have till the In Laws knocked on our door
To pick up the tables, the chairs, and the floor
To pick up their toys, their trash on this night
And put it away where it goes, out of sight

Or, I’ll clean up this mess, clean it all on my own
In one trip to the trash everything will be thrown
There would be no more bitchin’, nothing more said
No visions of toys would dance in their head

Away to my room, away with my tea
To my big comfy chair, internet and TV
For nearly an hour I sat and I waited
Before sneaking a peek on what I’d created

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Spotless chairs, spotless floors and those table tops clear
All heard me exclaim as I squeezed those kids tight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

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Am I Wrong?
Posted:Dec 7, 2017 3:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2018 5:25 am
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Today at work, I took my usual 11:30 lunch break. I always log on to an internet news site to check on the latest shenanigans. Today I saw an article about a new Tonya Harding movie.

I've always had a hard spot in my crotch for Tonya. I don't know what it is, maybe it's the thick, red layer of lip stick that looked like it was applied with a hard cock, maybe it was that blonde hair pulled back in a pretty braid, maybe I just like chicks that skate around the rink ass-first, I don't know.

Once my Ex caught me checking out a piece of trailer park trash slinking across a parking lot, and asked me, what was it that attracted guys to those type of women, even though they knew so many guys had been there before. I told her it was the same mentality as climbing a mountain, I hadn't been there, and I wanted to plant my flag.

I googled some Tonya pics and found she was looking pretty good, she still had that lipstick, still had that pretty blonde hair, still gave me that familiar lump in my pants. I said it then, and I'll say it now: Tonya should have done porn. I think she would have been happier. I know I would have. Am I wrong?

Me love you long time Tonya!

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