me previous life well I was the wife of a farmer from Fogartys Creek.
I was the type who did everything right: I was passive and placid and
meek. There was nothin' to learn where he was concerned - just act as
if he was a king (and keep sayin' 'no' when he fumbled below 'til I had
me that little gold ring)......
was a battler, forever trying to grub A living from a holding that was
mainly stone and scrub, He had seven hungry children, so he greeted with
dismay, The announcement from his missus that the eighth was on the way.
you ever plowed with a mule, especially one that should have been an extra
in " The Exorcist" .......well I have.....and I just barely lived to tell
about it. A coutry boy's tale of barnyard horror!!!
I stick my sweaty arm up the vagina of a cow ... ... I think of your moist,
warm lips ... and wish you were here now. The warm and friendly feeling
of a cow turd on the ground ... ... Reminds me of your gentle warmth I
feel all year 'round.
was reading in a paper that was wrapped around the cheese How the miracles
of medcine have become realities; How women wanting babies can obtain
them by the dozen From the local doctors cold-room... all conveniently