The Orange Room

Friday, April 16, 2010

Wet Farts, etc...

I can’t remember thefirst time I had an accident in my pants. I CAN however, remember the time I had to wear the same underwear for aweek. I lived in Florida with my mother and my younger brother. Iwas probably around twelve years old. Myparents had been divorced for over seven years and I used to... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Drinking Story #1

Several years ago, I called up my buddy Ed and asked if hewanted to go to a wine fest that is held annually and Seven Springs MountainResort. We set it up. My wife had to work, so I was to meet him andhis wife there. We got there and started in on the wine. The wines are all locally made and there... Sign in to see full entry.

I wish I Had an Orange

I like oranges. Inthe early winter I get fresh ones from Florida. My mother sends them. Boy I sure eat oranges then!! But then they are gone; from eating, fromorange juice, from fucking with the rinds for smelly burning shit. They’re gone. So you can buy these other oranges. They are in the stores... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Free Starbucks Coffee Tomorrow - I ain't going

I refuse to go into Starbucks........my wife stopped the other day for tea and I refused to even LET her buy me a coffee. My disdain for Starbucks was cemented into personal policy one day in a Target (store). I had a pounding headache, and sometimes coffee helps...so I limped over to the Starbucks... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Ordering Cheese

My wife and I went to the Cheesecake factory the other day to eat. I don't like their menu.........too many items. I don't know how the chefs do it, but I have a guess. My guess is that most of it is pre-made........at a place like this, the dinner/lunch is just a bump in the road on the way to... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Failure of the Day 4-5-10

My mother is visiting. It was her last evening and everyone was just sort of sitting around athome. I was downstairs staring at my laptop monitor. I was thinking………fuck……..I sit in front of this thing all the time. When someone walks through the room, I’m EMBARRASSED because I am glued to this piece... Sign in to see full entry.

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