Visiting Memory Lane can be fun.......  

freetime648 52F
7629 posts
4/5/2006 2:19 am

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Visiting Memory Lane can be fun.......

Being homebound and stagnant, I have had alot of spare time to think and gather up my thoughts. And in the midst of such thoughts I remembered a time back on the farm that makes me giggle to this day......

My brothers and I always did things together. I had no friends and theirs were the "neighbor" boys down the road. I had no girlfriends because well...there were no girls to be friends with. I mean we really, truly and honestly lived in BFE (bum-fuck Egypt). We lived on a 90 acre farm and when our chores were done for the day we invented things to do. This, I think, is where our imaginations were developed.

One thing we used to do was have rotten tomato fights. Gross, to say the least, but it was entertaining. And one day we decided the tomatoes were just not cuttin it at all. We needed bigger and better things.....our decidedly chosen form of retribution on each other was.....cow pies. Yes, big, steamy piles of freshly laid cow shit. We chose the older ones cause they tended to stay together while throwing them and the impact sting was unprecedented!!!!!

My youngest brother was a toe-head to the max. I mean his hair was almost as white as paper. And being the youngest he had no chance against me and my other 2 brothers.

Well, I hoisted up the biggest pile I could find and I must was fairly fresh....and I closed my eyes and heaved that bad boy into the air. I opened my eyes just in time to hear that familiar SPLAT and then some serious crying to follow. It had landed smack dab on my little bro's head!

Needless to say, my mother was livid. She reamed me and my brothers for doing such a thing to the "baby"! He had an event at school a few days later and he had to walk up onto the stage.....where everyone in the commons could see his neatly placed and planted green spot in his hair! The stain lasted almost two weeks. And I swear my mom spoke to me twice in those two weeks and it was something like "Damnit, you kids" and I think she also mentioned something about being "hateful"!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....the memories.......***sighing deeply

xx FREETIME648 xx

HotDev1l 45M
1265 posts
4/5/2006 4:05 pm

Could be worse! I have to confess to having played freckles on one very drunk night with a crowd of friends from the Paras.

zorgnot2 60M

4/5/2006 3:52 pm

Boy, that reminds me of my Grandfathers' farm in Wisconsin.
Squirting milk across the barn, stepping in the trough- channel thing that was behind the cows in their milking stalls.
Feral cats teaching us kids how male cats can be so territorial by killing rivals kittens by biting their little heads off.
Riding the tractor, Grandpa yelling at me for drinking milk before eating because I'd have less room for good food and get hungery by morning.
Sleeping in the attic.
All good memories...except for the bad ones. Ah-hahahaha.

campfirecozy 67M

4/5/2006 12:10 pm

We tended to look for the dried was the 'pre-frisbee era'...we'd do crabapple fights and come in bruised, swollen, and sticky (easy there fellow pervs ).


citizen4722 59M  
47375 posts
4/5/2006 8:15 am

Free i guess you must have said to bro: 'i always thought you were full of shit'

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