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Some of you may get why I am reposting this... others... hopefully you find it as HORRIBLY funny as the rest of us did....
My mom's life at age seven...
When I was seven years old and living in Arizona my next-door neighbors dog, Claireabelle, had a litter of seven puppies, four males and three females. The runt of the litter was black and white and I feel in love with it.
My mean parent’s told me that I couldn’t have a dog and I got really mad at them. SO then Christmas comes and my dad goes out of the room and comes back with a box for me. It was the last present that we were going to open that day. Then, all of the sudden, the box moved and inside it was my little Susie. She could fit in your hand because she was so little, and she was always loved in my house.
One day, when I was coming home from the Catholic school, St. Theresa, she saw me and ran across the street and got hit by a car. I cried for a week, and I was never the same. I buried her underneath my window.
After her death, my parent’s got me a blue parakeet, named Petey. Petey was a good bird, he would stand on my finger and chirp, and never bit me. He was loved by the whole family, and all the neighbors.
One day, while my mom was making dinner, fresh tortillas and salsa, the fumes from the stove where she was cooking overcame Petey and caused his demise. We buried Petey in a black satin fabric, next to Susie, and carefully placed a headstone at that site. Seven wasn’t a good year for me. My parent’s never let me get another pet.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it... and you wonder why she is the way she is... HA
Until the next time we meet...
My mom's life at age seven...
When I was seven years old and living in Arizona my next-door neighbors dog, Claireabelle, had a litter of seven puppies, four males and three females. The runt of the litter was black and white and I feel in love with it.
My mean parent’s told me that I couldn’t have a dog and I got really mad at them. SO then Christmas comes and my dad goes out of the room and comes back with a box for me. It was the last present that we were going to open that day. Then, all of the sudden, the box moved and inside it was my little Susie. She could fit in your hand because she was so little, and she was always loved in my house.
One day, when I was coming home from the Catholic school, St. Theresa, she saw me and ran across the street and got hit by a car. I cried for a week, and I was never the same. I buried her underneath my window.
After her death, my parent’s got me a blue parakeet, named Petey. Petey was a good bird, he would stand on my finger and chirp, and never bit me. He was loved by the whole family, and all the neighbors.
One day, while my mom was making dinner, fresh tortillas and salsa, the fumes from the stove where she was cooking overcame Petey and caused his demise. We buried Petey in a black satin fabric, next to Susie, and carefully placed a headstone at that site. Seven wasn’t a good year for me. My parent’s never let me get another pet.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it... and you wonder why she is the way she is... HA
Until the next time we meet...