You know, it occurred to me later in the day today, it was 20 years since my father died. I can still remember his last dying words to me like it was yesterday.
"Stop shaking the ladder you little bastard!!!"
LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
OMG! Your poor Daddy! You ain't right, sugar, and I like that about you! xoxox
ReplyDeleteI didn't actually do that savvy, surely I jest. Or do I?
DeleteOh, sweetpea, if you did or didn't, the fact that you thought of it and posted it is most endearing to me! As I said, that's what I like about you! ;)
DeleteSounds like a story I'd tell .... 😁
ReplyDeleteBoy have we lived in the same neighborhood it would have been like two Dennis the Menaces!!!
DeleteIs your name Pasty Stone?
ReplyDeleteROTFLMAO!!!! I think your kidding?
ReplyDeleteHow funny! I didn't shake the ladder, I just pulled it
ReplyDeleteaway from the house, folded my arms & watched him die.
Oh my God it's like you were there.
DeleteYou're so bad, LOL!
ReplyDeleteNaughty boy!
ReplyDeleteI laughed.
ReplyDeleteThis is so bad it’s good.
ReplyDeleteThat's so... you.
ReplyDeleteLove it. Just love it. And love you.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
💗💗💗
DeleteHahahahahahaaaaaa
ReplyDeleteXOXO
A gust of Santa Ana wind. It came out of nowhere. Right?
ReplyDeleteIf it was my "dear Daddy", I probably would have been with Norma on this one. Jx
ReplyDeleteNice to know we were all close to our daddies!!
DeleteYou got me LOL
ReplyDeletebwahahahahahahaha
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