Your story

[Maricel Evasco]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So share with us your story...(whatever the ending)

 

 

[Wayne Goodwin]

My story ends with no sex since March 10th 1983 at 10:30 AM 

[funesthememorious]

I take it your sex life is not A-okay. Been in prison?

[Wayne Goodwin]

Spent one night in jail . That day in March was the day my Daddy died . My X and I split up after 10 years of marriage . I got my girls . Raised them till the got married . Just never persuid a relationship .

[funesthememorious]

Not even that night in prison?

[TeeBubbaDee]

I've seen a lot of threads killed in a lot of ways. 

[funesthememorious]

Damn shame. I never hit on that guy in prison.

[TeeBubbaDee]

Shoulda, coulda, woulda. (I mean you, not me)

Ya never know, ya might still have a chance if you friend him funes.

[Angharad]

I have no story.  

[TeeBubbaDee]

I'm sure you do. I'm not saying you need to share it. But someone as interesting as you, full of ideas, compassionate, witty, loving, and spot on, always has a story. 

[Angharad]

Don't you mean interesting, full of ideas, compassionate, witty, loving, spot on, and amazingly facetious, Bubba???

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

[funesthememorious]

We still want a story, how about telling us the one about the troubled aadvark.

[Angharad]

The Troubled Aardvark by A. Plagiarized Grad-Student

Once upon a time, there was an aardvark whose only pleasure in life was driving from his suburban bungalow to his job at a large brokerage house in his brand new 4x4. He hated his manipulative boss, his conniving and unethical co-workers, his greedy wife, and his sniveling, spoiled children. One day, the aardvark reflected on the meaning of his life; the pointlessness of his career; the unchecked, catastrophic decline of his nation; and the complete ineffectiveness of any personal effort he could make to change the status quo. Overcome by a wave of utter depression and self-doubt, he decided to take the only course of action that would bring him greater comfort and happiness: he drove to the mall and bought imported consumer electronics and a briefcase full of Plutonium-239.