I love my bed. It’s wonderful. It’s a queen size waterbed. It’s provided some of the best moments of my life.
I had a paper route, which means I got up early on Sunday morning to make deliveries. One Sunday I get up, go out side, get some of the papers, carry them over the pool table and put them in my room. Then I go back outside to get the rest of the papers, lift …
My testicle hurts. Just one, the right one. Just a little. I decided I’d worn my underwear the wrong way and the pain would just go away, so I ignored it.
For a while I was involved in religion; a Whoo-Whoo New Age Spiritual Center church. As with everything of this sort, I threw myself in with total commitment. As they asked, I donated time, talent and treasure. Which included “Free the Heart.”
Years ago, somebody gave me an electric weed whacker. I’d pull it out every year or so and fool with it, but I never get any productive results.