This is me...I live in a colander in the

This is me...I live in a colander in the downstairs cupboard... I like cliffs, and Bungee Jumping, but not parachutes or Bungee Cords. This can lead to some unfortunate mishaps...

Being a plastic army man has some hangups. I am a mine-sweeper, which means I am the first to get attached to fire-crackers, chewed by dogs, and lost in the dryer. At least I have

still got a face & the arm that holds the mine sweeper.Corgy's face was melted off by a sparkler & his base is missing so he can't stand,but he was still my bitch,& I was still his

Captain. I shoved the plastic army men deep in the sandbox for cover, but marble bombs took them all out except the mine sweeper, who already had no arm or base, and now no foot.

His war injuries made me think about what it would be like. Armless. Footless. I started laughing. Laughing at my handicapped army man. My mom came out and said, "

the vicinity of "taken" would tell all. If she slept with someone's boyfriend, she was definitely a lesbesbian. Youth culture is hypocritical like that, and I have important tasks

To think about completing. My thoughts kept drifting to the lesesbian though, she proved a lot more interesting than my taxes. Looks like i'd be putting them off another month.

Please allow me to explain that a lesesbian is like a normal lesbian with knobs on. She marched into my life and for days & nights of wine and roses--until the tax office called. I

turned her knobs down to a soupçon of a simmer, then offered to send the tax office a pound of flesh by express mail. My lover's eyes glowed. She was more than ready ...