March 13, 2008
Originally published April 21, 2003
I just did something that I haven't done in years. I watched a piece of a Soap Opera, the "Hung and the Breastless" or some kind of shit like that. There was a mighty emotional scene because someone was dead, or hung and breastless. or going to jail.
I wasn't paying a lot of attention to the plot. But this guy, who looks a lot like a male model says, "Ashley may need time to recover from the emotional trauma she's experienced. This sort of event is difficult in a child's life."
I busted out laughing. I know something about difficult events.
Discover your wife in bed with a man you considered to be a friend. Find out that you have prostate cancer at the same time. Lose your wife, your home, your chickens, your goats, your dogs and your son while you lay up with tubes running in places where you don't want tubes running while your NOT YET EX-WIFE has her lover IN YOUR HOUSE and is giving her pussy away out of both pants legs. Wear a fucking diaper for three months while you try to re-learn how to keep from pissing your pants every time you cough. Have a judge who looks exactly like Howard Sprague from the Andy Griffith Show rape you in divorce court and take LOTS of your money and give all to a bloodless cunt.
Learn to give yourself a shot in your dick when you want to have sex.
Trauma? Emotional baggage?
Naw. I've got none of that.
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