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Date Posted: 21:15:22 01/27/02 Sun
Author: Sire Loin of Laf-a-lot
Author Host/IP: qam1b-sif-86.monroeaccess.net / 12.27.214.87
Subject: Re: I don't know why, but...
In reply to: Patsy 's message, "Re: I don't know why, but..." on 20:38:22 01/27/02 Sun

'kew...
(the diminuative form of "thankew")

That's why we're here toiling at the inkpots daily. We don't just make a gawdawful mess on the monitor screens, we try heartily to provide reasons to laugh uproarioously with your clothes still on.

I find that so much more exhilerating and less humiliating than having the lady laugh that way when I strip down for action. That moment in Mrs. Rose's first grade class will forever remain burned painfully into my memory. There was one other moment a few weeks later on the playground when Ruth (last name ommited to perserve whatever dignity I have left), one of my classmates and playmates in those days reached up to give an added push to my trapeze flight on the playground swings at good old Robert C. Davies.

Ruth was ambitious and managed to grab my high flying tushie and other lower extremities as I swung past, but her efforts were beyond her height. She therefore did the next best thing, she grabbed frantically for whatever presented itself for boosting trapeze swinging. In this case, it was the also the aforementioned shorts. They immediately (along with my underwear - NATURALLY) assumed a position somewhere around my ankles as I soared skyward in a moment of total panic and shock. No paratrooper or skydiver ever made a more perfect release and landing from such a comparative height as I managed to land and curl up into a fetal position all in one smooth motion.

I do have to admit that, after that incident, I was rather popular with a lot of the little girls who were on the playground that afternoon. Ruth was given some sort of "First Grade Lifetime Achievement" award at commencement exercises for our class a few months later. Oddly, Mrs. Rose would only titter when asked for what reason the award had been given. Not one of the boys knew the reason for her award and teh girls would only giggle when asked if they had any idea what the award was about.

Since that day, and even to this day, I have made it my business to ALWAYS wear both a belt and suspenders when I am in the vicintiy of a playground swing set. Some advertising I can just do without, you know?

Yup.

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Re: I don't know why, but... -- Sage, admiring the belt & suspenders, 21:30:58 01/27/02 Sun
- Re: I don't know why, but... -- Exhibitionist Lion, 22:35:59 02/01/02 Fri