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FROM A MIDWESTERN wannabe FARMER EMAIL HE SENT ME LAST SUMMER
Posted:Apr 4, 2019 11:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2019 11:49 pm
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DEADLY BASIL

For those of you city slickers who are not familiar with basil, it is a green herb with a strong and distinctive smell. If you were to smell it, you would probably associate it with any traditional Italian restaurant.

As the big boss of Iowa's largest cattle and livestock farm in addition to its being the top producer of corn, barley,oat, rye and soy beans in the Midwest, my daily job duties would need five good men to take my place... Jd just owns the farm, the key man to its success!!

So anyway the meal was indeed delicious, although I felt it required more Parmesan cheese, which was available fresh with a grater nearby.
After the meal I did the dishes and then sat at my computer for about twenty minutes, doing nothing of great importance.

As I sat, I felt pressure building inside my intestines, warning me that a great rectal spasm would soon be way.
I dismissed it as , as indeed a few harmless and smell-free farts did pass between my cheeks

But the pressure was only relieved temporarily.
So I proceeded to go upstairs to relieve my bowels of the pressure that was continuing to build.

The trip upstairs was thankfully uneventful, although the pressure was reaching unbearable levels

I entered the upstairs bathroom, leaving the door open in my haste, and threw my rear on the pot to allow the release
The first eruption was quick, noisy, and painful. The feces lacked body and came in a semi-solid state, thus making it difficult to determine exactly how many pieces it all came in.
Immediately after the first one dropped, however, the most amazing thing occurred: a sharp and pungent smell penetrated the room
the smell of basil was so strong that I began to gag

The smell of basil had somehow been perfectly preserved by the digestive operations of my stomach and intestines while, at the same time, magnified a hundredfold.

There was no smell of methane or any of the other foul odors you would normally associate with a crap of this magnitude

There was simply the smell of basil in the room, stronger than any smell you could ever imagine

The smell was so incredible that I was compelled to check the color of the feces even before finishing [
Here was no dulling of the color due to the natural brown of a normal turd -- these turds were as bright and vibrant as the basil leaves themselves
In some freak scientific miracle, the basil managed to act as both a perfect feces dye and perfect fart perfume

An experience I was unfamiliar with and knew to be impossible. And yet, it happened
Ifinished expelling the vile waste from my bowels, doing my best to keep from passing from the pungent basil smell

Fart 2 later don't want to bore anyone. Oh ya that 2

He is dying and soon will be gone forever. So please put up with him for showing a degree of understanding..

I promise never to post another blog so low in value and worth.....Its just a promise I made to myself. thats all!!!!
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INDIAN SUMMER WITH A TWIST..
Posted:Jun 16, 2018 1:26 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 1:41 am
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It was on last July 4th Independence day Celebration that two of our long time members in here were reunited after an 8 year separation.

Young Redsky 100 had left his proud father Redsky 1000 in order to raise his new family of Deer Bonnet his young pretty dark haired squaw wife and their twins boys Red Hawk and Hawk Wings.

Now sitting Indian style on the edge of a Yellow Stone scenic cliff nearly a mile high, only deep thoughts from within each of them taxed their active minds. No words were exchanged during this period of silent thankful prayer.

It was a tiny speck far off in the distant sky that most humans would have never spotted that suddently gathered their full attentions. As the minutes passed it became much closer and thus far larger also.

How magnificent was this lone bald eagle gliding and hovering effortlessly within the invisible thermo currents brought on by the suns heating up trillions of tons of Yellowstone's historic rocks.


After many minutes young Redsky's tongue broke their mutual silence with a question to his well respected dad.

;Father does that great eagle truly enjoy the powers given to him by the Great Spirit

;My the Eagle glides so that it can spot CARRION below in which to feed upon;

But father this CARRIION you speak of is never listed on the Menu's of all the many diners I have eaten in while driving my tractor trailer truck!"

Your are badly mistaken my , it listed on the back of every single diner menu if you look hard enough at the back page and very bottom

(WE OFFER CARRY OUT]

Footnote: In march of 2013, Redsky 1000 was found to have lost some 84% of his hearing in both ears and thus was given a prescription for two state of the art hearing aids that cost $ 1,975.55. This was not covered by Obama Care and thus poor Redsky is doomed for a lifetime of very hard hearing.

Also that Rosebud Diner in the pics is a great crusing place that offers an extra large glory hole in the mens room but you must buy at least a coffee and piece of home made Virgin cherry pie to use it..




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REPOSTED BY POPULAR DEMAND AS THE NEW WOMENS NBA SEA IS UPON US YET AGAIN.
Posted:Jun 6, 2018 7:03 am
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2018 7:24 am
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WONDERFUL WONDERFUL SPORTS

Due to an almost endless amount of most interesting subject facts, data and history, this blog of mine today will run a tad longer than most of my normal sized daily blog posts. So get that favorite cup of java, tea or energy drink and prepare to view a very important and key part of man kinds Kingdom of Enjoyment and Entertainment.

Yes Sports is the most valuable asset of the second side of man kinds makeup. After our Minds comes our Physical side that goes hand and hand in our development as coexisting people walking upright on two legs.

When not at foolish war always associated with the Need for Greed, Sports became a COMMON BOND between countries and geographical locations world wide.

"Although the ancient Games were staged in Olympia, Greece, from 776 BC through 393 AD, it took 1503 years for the Olympics to return. The first modern Olympics were held in Athens, Greece, in 1896. The man responsible for its rebirth was a Frenchman named Baron Pierre de Coubertin, who presented the idea in 1894."

A peaceful way to untie people in common cause, promote brotherhood while hosting a great format for witnessed and widely viewed competition.

Today sports is divided into two organized categories Amateur and Professional Levels.

These come about through the growing development of our ren. Once focused center stage on Boys, today much advancement has taken place as our once classified as Weaker Sex have come a long way baby! (to quote a famous Virginia Slims cigarette ad campaign) as the Women's Liberation Movement caught fire.

Over the course of history, many mistaken ideas and beliefs were in place by those in power having the need to suit their own private needs and agenda's.

Enter 1976 with the introduction of College Women's Basketball being put on the sports map by a 5'10" female bundle of energy, hustle and determination in the form of Brooklyn NY born Nancy Leiberman.

Until such time. women were never considered true competing athletes outside of women's tennis and golf which were not even team sports.

Skills claimed by male college and pro basketball players clearly displayed speed, power, coordination, and defensive skills. Jumping and rebounding abilities, swift crisp passing, dribbling and shooting skills while rapidly moving or even well up in the air.

Certainly not meant for future mothers and homemakers to enter the so called Men's Private Arena's of hardwood courts.

Yet the famous playgrounds of New York city was a hotbed for chain hung only rimmed outdoor baskets overlooking the 10 foot below hard black pavement.

Perhaps the greatest to emerge was one Connie Hawkins considered by most in the know, as the greatest pure Amateur outdoor playground pavement product ever.

Enter one Nancy Leiberman who around age 13 started playing with the big boys and more than holding her own in her point guard position back around 1971.

Recruited by Old Dominion University and given a full four year athletic scholarship, Lady Magic as she became knick named swiftly launched the arriving Era of Ladies College Basketball all across America.

Yes soon famous NBA LA Laker Ervin Magic John had a female counterpart to share his Magic title with. Nancy's special and unique shooting abilities far surpassed Ervin's marksmanship stats over the course of their comparative careers.

Who could really pass the basketball better in the all important assists department is still a matter of scattered debate amongst faithful basketball sports fans to this very day?

With ESPN (Entertainment Sports Program Network 1970) airing 24/7 three hundred and sixty five days a year and greatly needing sporting event filming to accompany its live sports reporting department, a new marriage was born.

A stroke of genius or perhaps pure well timed luck?..........ESPN never expected the sudden mass following of a once non existent Female viewing audience and interested Fan Base market. Women's team sports had almost overnight suddenly caught on and spread like wildfire in the quickly expanding TV Cable Ratings Races for peak sponsorship revenues.

A new following had started and surprisingly, while Larry Bird, Magic John and a little later Michael Jordon commanded the Professional viewing and attendance markets in the mid too late 70's, women's basketball also was growing by leaps and bounds.

Enter University of Tennessee basketball coach Pat Summit (1974 to 2012) whose 1098 career victories coaching the Lady Vols is the ALL Time most wins by a single coach in ANY SPORT at the Amateur or Professional Levels.

Patricia Summitt mother, coach, teacher and motivator supreme, passed away after a 5 year long declining battle with Alzheimer's Disease this past June. Her best selling sports and human life biography SUM IT UP raised millions of dollars in providing much needed new research Hope for the Alzheimer's Foundation.

Like most of our history, certain events and people spark followings that spawn growth with even more acceptance and popularity.

Enter in 1985 to the Storrs Connecticut campus of the University of Connecticut Women's Huskies basketball coaching ranks, one Italian Born immigrant to America, Luigi Geno Auriemma.

In assuming leadership over this below average program, Geno (as he prefers to be called) had a very obtainable plan in mind like most great athletic coaches always seem to hold in reserve.

Naturally Pat Summits Lady Vols ruled and dominated College Women's Division One Rankings in terms of both numbers of seaal victories as well as the coveted collection of National NCAA Championship crowns. (8 in all )

Reaching Tennessee's level of play was a slow process for the Lady Huskies located in New England where few teams of any sport, rival all the other national geographical regions in competitive status.

Right now while I am creating this article, The UConn Ladies Huskies have a streak of Winning 103 consecutive games both in regular sea and post sea tournament form. Thus breaking their 90 game win streak set 2008 to 2010.

With a lifetime record of 970 wins and only 134 total losses. Coach Aurienna has an truly amazing lifetime winning percentage of 879 %.

This includes collecting Eleven (11) National titles to date with no foreseeable rea why his lady Huskies wont stuff a few more in their already crowded prized Storrs Ct. Trophy case.

In part two tomorrow, I will go into further depth about how these amazing coaches and women athletes have accomplished such historic feats based upon two supreme intangibles.

DETERMINATION and MOTIVATION! (please join me)
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FROM A MIDWESTERN FARMER EMAIL HE SENT ME LAST SUMMER
Posted:May 21, 2018 9:59 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2018 10:12 pm
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DEADLY BASIL

For those of you city slickers who are not familiar with basil, it is a green herb with a strong and distinctive smell. If you were to smell it, you would probably associate it with any traditional Italian restaurant.

As the big boss of Iowa's largest cattle and livestock farm in addition to its being the top producer of corn, barley,oat, rye and soy beans in the Midwest, my daily job duties would need five good men to take my place... Jd just owns the farm, Im the key man to its success!!

So anyway the meal was indeed delicious, although I felt it required more Parmesan cheese, which was available fresh with a grater nearby.
After the meal I did the dishes and then sat at my computer for about twenty minutes, doing nothing of great importance.

As I sat, I felt pressure building inside my intestines, warning me that a great rectal spasm would soon be under way.
I dismissed it as gas, as indeed a few harmless and smell-free farts did pass between my cheeks

But the pressure was only relieved temporarily.
So I proceeded to go upstairs to relieve my bowels of the pressure that was continuing to build.

The trip upstairs was thankfully uneventful, although the pressure was reaching unbearable levels

I entered the upstairs bathroom, leaving the door open in my haste, and threw my rear on the pot to allow the release
The first eruption was quick, noisy, and painful. The feces lacked body and came out in a semi-solid state, thus making it difficult to determine exactly how many pieces it all came out in.
Immediately after the first one dropped, however, the most amazing thing occurred: a sharp and pungent smell penetrated the room
the smell of basil was so strong that I began to gag

The smell of basil had somehow been perfectly preserved by the digestive operations of my stomach and intestines while, at the same time, magnified a hundredfold.

There was no smell of methane or any of the other foul odors you would normally associate with a crap of this magnitude

There was simply the smell of basil in the room, stronger than any smell you could ever imagine

The smell was so incredible that I was compelled to check the color of the feces even before finishing [
Here was no dulling of the color due to the natural brown of a normal turd -- these turds were as bright and vibrant as the basil leaves themselves
In some freak scientific miracle, the basil managed to act as both a perfect feces dye and perfect fart perfume

An experience I was unfamiliar with and knew to be impossible. And yet, it happened
Ifinished expelling the vile waste from my bowels, doing my best to keep from passing out from the pungent basil smell

Fart 2 later don't want to bore anyone. Oh ya that 2

He is dying and soon will be gone forever. So please put up with him for showing a degree of understanding..

I promise never to post another blog so low in value and worth.....Its just a promise I made to myself. thas all.

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AMYPAYMES WOODS TRIP HOME GOES SOUTH FAST!.
Posted:May 16, 2018 6:08 am
Last Updated:May 16, 2018 7:19 pm
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THIS IS (the SECOND installment of mes Private Autobiography SERIES)

THE ACTUAL CARNAGE OF POOR NO LONGER INNOCENT AMY ME!

Right after taking all of blank sided papers from both study hall trash baskets to use for her drawing and sketching paper, me again thanked Mr Perkins her teacher for allowing her to secretly do, as well for the nine short lead pencils he gave to her. Then with the menicing dark storm clouds rapidly buildingup in the outside skies, She placed both her homework books and second hand drawing paper into the old ripped rain coat aunt bea had sewn into a carrying bag.

In all regular college preparitory high hools, Amys makeshift bag might have become a big funny joke but this was Poor Shantytown and many of her dirt poor fellow students didnt even have any kind of knapsack or carrying bag! Yes clinging to it tightly, Amy found herself just reaching her secret woods path when the very first sparse rain drops began to almost silently fall.

Soon however, a steady smattering of steady noise from the ground sounded all around her as the first distant sound of powerful thunder erupted perhaps a half mile away. Yes not far from where Weasel Westy and his gang of ambushing bullies awaited an unsuspection Amy me.

It was Muccus Mikey that was holding he rope while his leach servent buddy Leach had the blindfold along with rolls of toilet paper she had brought along for the deep woods abduction! When asked by SissyPrincie what they were for?, the leach could only shug her crooked deformed shoulders in a stupid kind of worthless gesture.

Meanwhile ole Weasel Westy had never in his life been so hard and excited as he was right then. Fuck this rain he silently thought to himself. All that mattered was to quicky hog tie and blindfold this tart ragamuffin Shantytown trash bitch and wisk her off to the well prepared tree house!! It was right then that SissyPrincie whispered to the Weasel that he wanted to be allowed to do some anus licking after the bitch was buggered.

Overhearing his comments, Doc replied in a firm voice, it sure as fuck is not going to be any of mine!!!!! This while ass piring author BK/ Bottom Dee proclaimed how he was going to someday write a book and have it published so he could become both rich and famous just like a certain farmboi dreamed about..

Andy who would become Do Andysex acts when in his female garb, could only smile as he wondered if me had a big he might like to go down on??? Yes as an unsuspectingAmy dashed down the path , her footsteps were silent as now it was really raining quite hard.

The attack was so sudden and well planned, that poor me only saw the black long ranger type upper face masks the 16 ambushing hateful attackerst all wore. Only Doc had his face uncovered and unknown to the rest of them, had a plan of his own.

Certainly the toughest of that group of theRichies evil gang,, he wanted to make sure that this Shantytown student was not physically harmed and injured. Yes if Old Doc had his way,perhaps this ragamuffin without a name to them all, might just like having sex in their secret tree house like all the others had in the past?

Reared to always be 100% respectful to others, poor startled Amy meekly asked what was going on??? As her hands were quickly cuffed behind her, the rope looped around her neck like the reins of a in which to be lead and blindfolded securely from behind by the flag waving Swiss Keebler Elf Lippy.

Now the semi high wet grass began soaking all their legs as like a Christian being lead back to Rome, poor crying dumbfounded Amy me was wanked and pushed by several angry sounding harsh voices all at once!

"What did I do?" she vainly asked over and over. " Are you the Richies from RICH MANS BLUFF?" "What do you want of me?" "Your not going to hurt me are you?" as unseen uncontrolable tears under her black mask flowed down her tear stained cheeks. A few salty s even found thier way over Amies trumbling lips!

Perhaps or minutes after her abdution,mes hands were freed of their bondage as Amy found herself hoping her captives had perhaps changed their minds? But in reality, she had to climb the nine wooden ladder rungs make out of by s that led up to that large 180 square foot treehouse room!

Once inside, the pelting rains sang a g of mother nature as they hit the carefully nailed layers of black tar roofing paper. Now an erie silence fell that a poor frightened Amy found both arey and unwelcomed!

This as the chest was being opened by some of the 10 Richies GG girls while others passed towels around for every to dry off with. Every that is except Amy who was now shivering uncontrolable from a mixture of both cold wetness as well as undeniable fright!

Soon Weasel Westy, Bk/btmDee, Sissyprincie, Muccus Mikey, the swiss keebler Lippy, AndyDoAnna, Tracy Leach and Maggot El Magies would begin their wonderful role switching adventures while Doc stood back out of the way just intently watching

Unknown to rest of his Rich Mans Bluff gang, was the fact DOC was harboring a well hidden 50,000 volt tasser gun already set to its second higest power should it be needed???? Now the immediate order of Makeup and Makeover kept the Mean 16 quite busy getting into full role.

Fuckin skunk Wealel Westy already was leaking precum from his rather small slim 3 and 3/16th inch dick that hadnt grown any since way back in fifth grade. Yet he perally was going to be the strip down this Second hand Rose dressed INFERIOR Shantytown vagabound misfit to its bare naked skin........

Meanwhile, auntie Beatrice swore over and over out loudy as her bitch neice me was almost 15 minutes late getting home from hool! What the fuck gives as she pulled the long black hard leather belt from its wall resting place. Always almost perfectly behaved, an always respectful Amy had not been strapped since back some ago.

A non deserved beating at that, as a family of cleaver racoons, had eaten all of that big apple pie Auntie Bea had baked for her very own birthday and had put on the outside window sill.Yes made from boi wonders very own farmhouse reciepe blog in fact. She had flasely blamed dear sweet me for the thief and further punished her with twice as many daily chores for long cruel months. Yes the bitch was going to get it good as each new passing minute, Auntie Bea held that punishment belt tighter and tighter as she fumed with building rage!

Meanwhile me found the bow to her makeshift clothesline belt being und by a very excited Weasel Westy... This as the group of 16 formed a tight knit circle allaround poor Amy.
Next Amy instantly cried out in full alarm as her old heavily patched pants were being slowly pulled downward... '' OH GOD STOP, PLEASE STOP!" she begged to no avail as coolness was felt all over her now fully exposed lower body.

Yes Auntie Beatrice would not ever allow her to wear costly underwear that was not only expensive to buy, but also a pain in the ass to have wash by hand in the outside brook running down the center of Shantytown...

Almost in uni, a loud verbal chorus of surprise erupted from the Mean 16 as the sight of Amys truly magestic cock suddenly came into full view for all to absort with their eyes!!
How inferiour Weasel Westy felt right then as it had to be over twice the size of his little unimpressive dick and christ, this shantytown tart didnt even show any signs of sexual arrousal..






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DEDICATED TO AMYPAYME ( one of our valued long time OP members) PART 1
Posted:May 15, 2018 3:54 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2018 8:52 am
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Although having passed the age of Legal Sexual Concent on her last birthday some 7 months previous, Amy Payme was still very innocent about the Sexual ways of the world. Yes while most of the other s attending Shantytown High School had started experimenting with such strong new urges of the mind and body too, Virgin Amy being some what of a loner, hadnt even been told about the facts of life by her strick Aunt Beatrice who had brought her up since age 3 1/2.

Hell Amy didn't even have a clue to the meaing of any of the sometimes strange jokes about boys and girls that were told at her school lunch table by the other girls that made them all blush and giggle together!

Like she did every afternoon right after school let out, Amy would hurridly scamper home within 15 short minutes of the final Shantytown High bell in order to start on Aunt Bea's long long daily list of important chores she had to fully complete by supper time so she could earn her small rather meek bowl of porage and one rather stale week old kaiser roll that Aunt Bea would steal by the dozens from the Shantytown thrift shoppe bakery dumpster during her once a week shopping visit into Shantytown.

It was a bright sunshiney late May afternoon as like always, Amy briskly walked the small path she had created for herself cutting through the winding meandering woods that bordered the Wealthy Peoples big expensive houses high atop RICH MANS BLUFF.

Looking down upon the old tattered disgusting scrap wood shacks of Shantytown, all 17 of Rich Mans privlidged ren attended a very Private Prestegious high school that they had all nicknamed Millionaires Mannor!

Among this rich group comprised of 7 boys and 10 girls, was one whom by committee and his overbearing perality, had become the leader of this wealthy click.. Yeah Wessley (crusher) Seattle of a third generation Irish bootlegger ruled the roost of those golden born spoon in mouth snobs...

So when his housemaid, Tracey Leach told him how when she was dumping her servents quarters outhouse Dung way out in the woods, she had spotted this ragamuffin SHANTYTOWN bitch skipping through the woods like she had not a problem in the world.

Immediately, Wessleys sick mind swung into gear as his perverted fantasy of performing a real live sexual attack was bringing warmth within his expensive imported fine English dress pants!

So the very next afternoon, Weasel Wessley and five of his fellow spoiled rotten luckies hid in a thick cluster of young jack pines to first hand view this same shabbily dressed in a makeshift dress aunt Beatrice had created from an old Burlap Potato bag.

With the spring foilage growth just about reaching its half way mark, all six of the rich snobs watched young innocnet Amy skipping down her narrow winding foot path like a happy hop scotch player without a care in the world. This while one ugly Tracey Leach jabbed Weasel Westy in the ribs saying in her cackling voice, I TOLD YAS SEW.. I TOLD YAS SEW..!!!! cackle cackle!

So that very night at their big treehouse, all 17 of the Richies s had a meeting and secretely agreed to Weasel Westies plan to attack that Crummy little Shantytown Bitch and to turn her into a Tart!!!!

Once fully agreed upon by a unanimous vote of 17 to 0, their sex games began as all ten of the girls opened the big wooden chest that held such a vast array of womans clothing and undergarments imported from all over the world.

It was times like these, that 6 of the 7 RIch boys loved best. Yes Gay sex between this tight group had started way back in when Weasel Westy had began givng blowjobs to the other males in the woods along side his dads big private tennis court behind the mansion...

Boners ran abound as the girls applied the makeup in rather fast yet expert fashion. Soon all the faces there in the treehouse but on were quite femmine looking but for one. Yes Doc (because of his always exciting games of playing doctor thrilled the entire group) perferred to stay in his Male element while certainly allowing both the richey gg girls and transformed girlyboyz to pay homage to his magnifficent cock of such enormous proportions..

How sexy six of those lace, satin or ruffled white cotton panties looked sticking almost straight out in the unmistakable states of blood engorged powerful erections!!!! Yes probling hands unable to resist, or in one case, a pair of just painted glossy pink lips belonging to one very turned on Taffeny Troll.

As always, Tracy Leash whenever seuxally turned out. would duck out and doing double time, make her way to the large outhouse pile of poop she loved to get naked for and wallow around in over and over again and again. Thank God for the nearby spring where she could wash the crap off of herself and use the long green eel grass to dry herself off..

Yes the planned next day attack of Amy Payme had them all turned on as soon, like a scene from a Roman Bath House of some 2000 years before, Fucking, Sucking, moans of lust and selfish pleasure had the plush big treehouse rocking like a hurricane.!!!!!!!!

Meanwhile after washing out her small porage bowl, Amy kissed her aunt Bea on the cheek and went to her meager little room to do her homework by candlelight as Aunt Beatrice would never consider wasting three cents worth of electricity on her deceased sisters only .. Yet Amy Payme was happy as she in her usual order, did her History less first, followed by her math, then science and finally finishing up with her art which she already was displaying natual born talents to draw and sketch..

As always when she began to sketch human forms. her pee pee would start to swell down there in her private area but would go away when she drew clothes to cover those body forms. Somehow like always, Amy found herself drawing all woman in such pretty colored dresses, skirts or even feminine pants suits!

So while aunt Beatrice watched her old sitcom stations with reruns of the Golden Girls, or Maude or Archie Bunker, poor Amy would blow out her candle by 8:30 fall into a deep lasting sleep lasting some 9 and half hours..

Amies always enjoyed dreams were natues way of providing her with an escape from the rigors of her hard always the same life. Yes many of them were similar in scope. like her artwork sketches, she would become a far away young woman always stumbling upon new adventures of discovery.

One dream in particular was quite strange indeed? It involved her sliding naked down a snowy semi frozen hillside and her pee pee being rubbed by friction as she slid???????
Yes it was the sensations of the wet goo inside of her aunt bea bought salvation army undies that awakened her well after midnight that one and only time!

Yet innocent Amy dismissed this one time event from her mind as she carefully and silently washed away all of that sticky thick fluid as Aunt Bea's loud snores echoed off the walls of that two roomed thatched Shantytown bungaloo shack...

end of post one..................of Amies Private Sexual awakening Autobiography Series...........................[/
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A POEM OF PEACE AND TRANQUILLITY I COMPOSED IN THE PAST
Posted:Apr 4, 2018 4:34 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2018 3:32 am
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MAY HOPE AND THE FRIENDLY SEAS OF WARMTH COMFORT YOU ALL!

SPRINGTIME

Announcing the beginnings
Of our annual celebrations

Such joyous needed times
For all our festive jubilations

Winters harsh coldness
Finally melted fully away

Now new bright overhead skys
Replacing those unwanted grays

Brightness now running abound
Bringing welcomed color change

Dying plants yet reborn again
By mysteries to us all so strange

Our lost beautiful animal friends
Magically reappear to be seen

It's the time for brand new life
With Mother Nature fully upon the ene

This repetitive miracle cycle
Unbroken over so much time

Producing new kinds of growing life
Plants, flowers, leaves and vines

With soft white puffy clouds
Now framed in a gentle blue

Our smiling Sun again casting shadows
While delivering such warmth for you

By late May Springtime has d her job
Showing both determination and patience

For Summer's now ready to step into her place
Completing the Miracle of Mother Natures

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THE MIRACLE MOOSE OF MAINE
Posted:Jan 28, 2016 8:13 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2016 8:15 am
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Like just about all of the countless wild creatures born across America, Doctor Low’s Miracle Moose from Maine, was born in the early spring. This being not by mere accident, but rather by Mother Nature’s carefully designed plan that’s been scripted, in effect and time tested for thousands of age old centuries now!

For this is the time of year when nature is at her most forgiving. Every creature whether wild or domesticated, need three basic things in order to be able to prosper, flourish and survive. These being food, shelter and safety!

With the harsh difficult winter weather finally subsided and past, spring is the time of year for the annual miracle of new plant life to form and grow. Everywhere more friendly temperatures arrive and life itself starts yet another brand new wonderful annual cycle of growth and development.

Mothers of all land species with the exception of bears, give birth in April or early May when new vegetation in the form of much needed feed, buds, blossoms and flowers grow either on the ground, on tree branches or even underwater in aquatic form. This certainly holds true here in New England.

Perhaps a peek into the series of necessary events that had to happen and go against the usual laws of Mother Nature, to have a born in the wild Moose, display this type of amazing adopted conduct!
In short form this moose was but a very young calf that somehow lost its mother and thus became orphaned! Not yet even weaned, its chances of survival were nil as moose do not herd like their smaller cousins the white tail deer do. Thus no other mother or cow moose would accept or bother with him. Left alone, it was destined for starvation, disease or a predator like a bobcat, eastern coyote or roaming bear.
Chances are that its mother was a young moose and he was her very first born calf. I say this because he was wandering and all alone. Older cow moose usually give their second or third births to twin calf’s and sometimes even triplets.

A sad event had to occur and only taking an educated guess at best , his mother and him became separated somehow. Perhaps she fled in panic due to a predator bear or rejected him which does happen to first born at times in the wild. His unwillingness to cross a high fast running spring stream or river is possible also.

Disease though unlikely cannot be ruled out either as well as a moose car accident that happens hundreds of times yearly here in northern New England. In any event, the little guy was wandering and found by perhaps one of the only people around that could save his young life.
He was a man with a working team of draft s from what Dr. Low told me. A kind hard working man giving back and preserving nature and carrying out the rich tradition of caring for a very special species of animal that was instrumental in helping make America Great and what she is today.

Before the transcontinental railroads, it was the serving in three capacities of being ridden, carrying pack supplies or pulling a wagon that allowed New Hampshire's very own Horace Greeley’s famous words " Go West Young man !" to come true.

With decades of invaluable experience under his belt, this Maine animal farmer took this helpless animal under his wing and fed him from a nursing bottle. I'm sure a vet was called for some advice and most likely a few minerals and vitamins were added to the many hand held feedings during those first two months or so.

It was surely a time of uncertainty as many factors now entered the mix. The young moose’s instincts to wander off in search of his mother. His performing a most difficult task which is called Imprinting. Imprinting simply being a new born’s strong bonding with usually the first living and moving object it sees. Nature provides all land mass species with instant bonding to its mother! Again food, shelter and safety are mothers inborn gifts to their young's survival.

Ducks and geese when orphaned display this type of imprinting behavior as do a few other kinds of animals as well. But surely this little guy had seen his mother and most likely had never seen a human being in its young first early days of life.

With a barn, hay , feed and the smell of s, our little moose practically void of being taught anything, had to greatly rely on its most gifted sense. That being the sense of smell as moose have rather poor eye vision throughout their entire life times.

Having spent a modest but small share of my over half a century of life out in the wild as an out doors man, hunter, fisherman and novice video photographer, I can perally attest to the fact that animals at times can and do some pretty remarkable things.

For the most part, wild creatures do not really think or figure things out. They instead are born with natural instincts to get them through life. Cats and dogs know they don’t like each other and are born enemies. Yet under certain circumstances they adapt when choices are not available.
So our little moose certainly had to experience some of the following: He had to quell his desire to roam and wander and stay basically put in one place. He had to alter his natural diet of wild plant vegetation and learn to eat and accept the grains Dr. Low told me he was fed.

I'm sure over time, he would most certainly browse on plant life found around the farm or nearby woods. No doubt the draft s and him accepted each other due to the physical elements of being constructed the same way. Four legs, build and same type of structure and comparative size.

Smell acceptance is quite a bonding agent and also would have definitely taken place. At some point in time, most likely entering his second fall sea, the man knew the time for him to go out into the wild had arrived. Mating instincts, the tendency to naturally roam freely, feed, antler development and the need to rub his massive antlers on both hard and soft wooded tall trees no doubt beckoned our miracle moose.

Skeletal development uses up a great deal of feed minerals and only once it reaches its maximum size, do all members of the deer family start to grow so called trophy sized full antler racks. Thus until aged two and half, deer and moose here in New England have much smaller racks than their older male cousins.

This is where this true life story starts to get very amazing. Our young moose now considered a ager by our standards. Has bonded so strongly with our man, his farm and other domesticated animals, it goes against all the basic laws of its hundreds of thousands of years of
behavioral moose species existence!

The man I’m sure fixed up some kind of a sheltered stall or place for our miracle moose to bed in. Easily accessible and yet easy to leave so that it had its freedom any time it chose too. Yet when set free, this healthy well conditioned moose chose to live a semi domesticated life rather than take to the call of the wild as author Jack London so expertly coined.
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his was truly against all odds. A perhaps one in ten thousand event at the very least. He loved his life which by compari to the testing year round elements of the wild was a much easier life to endure and survive within.

No wandering in search of food! No harsh storms to get soaked and chilled in. Yes protective coats are indeed subject to breakdowns. No real tic problems or the well documented moose ear mites known to be quite common here in New England. No early winter freezing rain that became ice sheets that lasted and made ground browsing ten times more difficult than normal winters.

No other testy larger and far more aggressive and powerful bull moose looking to bully and badger one far smaller and inexperienced in combative ways involved in the ways of claiming breeding rights.
Had our aged moose become confused thinking he was a ? Well having stayed his entire life on that farm except for now and then nearby excursions of curious local exploring, he was a dang farm moose...... Yes a one of a kind example of yet another quite remarkable miracle courtesy of mother nature.

Doctor Low and I both agree, he had to be fixed to produce this type of docile and friendly social acceptance and soft temperament behavior. Now his mission on earth was not to roam freely and hopefully to pass on his gene pool, but rather to of all things, perform domestic work never before reached in all the history of his moose kind.

The picture proudly handing is proof positive that our Miracle Maine Moose felt some kind of rare Love and understanding of his friends. He would walk uncharacteristically slowly besides the man’s hooked up teams.

Moose in the wild are known to reach full lope jogging speeds of upwards to 30 miles per hour. On a hard packed but backwoods Maine dirt road north of An, Maine back in the late 1980's, I drove a ford pick up truck that a full grown bull trotted right out in front of.

With crooked back legs taking surprisingly rapid and long strides, indeed my speed odometer read 25mph for a good hundred yards before he turned off and complete with six foot wide antlers disappeared into the thick lakeside forest and right out of sight.

So the wise and well educated farmer decided that if he was so interested in his pulling team, why not give him the full opportunity to join it. Full domestication of a wild moose to pull a sled to lug fallen trees or
heavy objects?

This part I cant begin to imagine as these men you might see almost effortlessly handling a team at the annual fall Hopington or Rochester State fairs annual pulling events, can communicate and understand there s?

Perhaps Dr. Low being quite an accomplished man in his own right, might far better explain.

The end result of some very specialized one of a kind training netted this remarkable photograph. Fully fitted in the pulling harnesses including a mouth bit and reins. No doubt like his cousin s, our Miracle moose had to have loved and welcomed this physical activity.

From bottle feeding to being weaned and broken in on a semi foreign diet, to be trained to sleep in semi domesticated quarters on a regular daily basis, to have its breeding instincts eliminated, to achieve its size and weight far beyond normalcy is astounding.

Fully grown mature bull moose here in the continental United states reach around an average weight of 1,100 pounds. Some exceed this reaching perhaps 1,300 pound exceptions. Our Miracle moose weighed in at an unbelievable weight of 2000 pounds. That’s a one ton of animal.

Only the more hearty Alaskan species of bull moose reach that body mass weight. Surely Miracle moose was the largest moose ever to inhabit Maine during modern times.

Also Dr. Low informed me that in the wild moose life expectancy is normally 12 years. I knew white tailed deer are expected to live five years. So our Miracle moose lived to age 15 or 25% longer than had he been in the wild.

So as you view the remarkable photograph hanging in this office, understand that kindness, love, caring and determination can over come almost impossible odds.

All of life is connected. Nature is the greatest element in all of creation. Our wild friends at times need care and a small degree of help! So feed the birds and creatures around you. Please adopt a pet destined to have only so much time left if you don’t!!

written by Dan M. Dec 2010 for his dentist Dr.XXXXX XXX of XXXXXXXXXXXX N.H.





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I MOURN FOR A LOST FRIEND HERE AND NOW
Posted:Jan 26, 2016 6:03 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2016 11:52 am
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FISHING MASTER NICK LAMBROU

A regional favorite from noted New Hampshire fly fishing and fly tying legend Nick Lambrou, the Wood duck Heron has proven deadly on not only brook, brown and rainbow trout, but taken more than its fair share of landlocked Atlantic salmon as well. Though originally tied to represent an emerging hexagenia mayfly, this pattern also does an excellent job mimicking small baitfish like smelt, dace and other forage fish too.

NICKS Wood Duck Heron fly and three of his others herons also

Wood Duck Heron A true made in New Hampshire fly, the Wood Duck Heron was developed by Nick Lambrou. The fly was designed for use on the Merry Meeting River. Ted Williams retirement back yard .

This by my longtime friend and idol Nick for his dear friend Ted Williams whom he met in the Boston area and spent time up at Teds fishing camp in Canada.

Ted Williams was known for three Masterful Achievements over his Storied lifetime

First as the GREATEST HITTER MAJOR LEAGUE BASEBALL HAS EVEN KNOWN /

Next after only token practice. becoming a fighter pilot in Korea seeing much combat and a true ace almost over night! Many around him claim that Ted Williams had the greatest eye sight along with eye hand coordination of anyone that ever lived.
He spend four full baseballs seas in combat that some say cost him the all time Home Run Record Babe Ruth had held at 714.

And Lastly Ted Williams the Splendid Splinter or Teddy Ball game was a true master with a fly rod in his hands.

In my eyes Ted Williams this modern day John Wayne type American Idol was only second to my good friend Nick Lambrou of Manchester NH.

Nick was a walking encyclopedia when it came to trout and salmon fishing. He knew all over the large state of NH when insect hatches were going to be coming off. This added up to thousands of bits of information this high school drop out to support his large Greek immigration family by working in the industiall corporate shoe production mills along the Merrimack river New Hampshire's largest.

Have any question about trout or salmon, just ask Nick...
example me calling up Nick on a Friday afternoon in late July..................Hey Nick where should me Jack and Chilly (Nicks brother in law) fish tomorrow>

Typical Nick Answer...........................Dan a high pressure front is moving down from Canada to break this heat wave so I would suggest you fish the Hooksett Dam on the west side where its deep.

Some big Brownies (brown trout) will be deep where its some 35 feet down.........Fish it slow with olive marabou stork streamers that show up much better in the murky type waters that will be running with the dam partly opened.

This was Nick Lambro almost at his finest, almost because hundreds of new to the sport fly fisherman were embraced by this gently giant of a man..................Soft spoken with a gift for simple direct speech. I cant help by cry at this very moment upon learning in a chat room of his passing back in 2011.

His Tony now around age 60 is an extension of his dad. Each year Tony takes his two bucks with a muzzle loader and bow deer, his 20 plus pound gobblers, pheasant , woodcock, ruffed grouse, Canadian greater geese and both inland and coastal waterfowl.

My when age 11 was taken into this blessed fraternity of sportsmen who for generations passed their skills and woods donated to Saint Peters Orphanage on the west side of Manchester to feed almost 200 and girl with no parents and adaption hopes before age 18.
Deer hides were sewn into gloves and slippers and head greater. Some would make lamps out of the hoofs or antlers to sell at a thrift shop to raise money for basketballs, base balls, hockey sticks ect..
Yes folks. the greatest gift one can bring is the element of

GIVING..........UNSELFISH GIVING TO ENHANCE those less fortunate,,,
This was Nick Lambro's true mission in life..........At age 42 he lost his beloved wife Fanny and thus spent some three plus decades of Dedication to America's number one past time........Fishing is a gift from GOD and my friend with a broken heart. I thank you for so many thousands of your friends who honor you great man....

Come opening day the first Saturday in April, I will go out for the first time in almost ten years to put to work that wonderful hand crafted Custom made Loomis two weight rod Nick created for me and look up to the heavens above in full tribute to the greatness I was blessed to be around for almost 41 years.

Catch and release was Nicks way as his not one single fish was mounted on his walls. Each was thanks for providing sport and allowed to live to pass on their genes to future generations.


Foot Note. Nick due to his deep love and respect for fishing, became a Master Fly tier known all over the word

Renowned former sports broadcaster Curt Cowdy who for years hosted the top sports men's tv show THE AMERICAN SPORTMAN also lived in New Hampshire in a small town of Bethlehem just minutes from my house.

Nicks left the sweat shop mills to tie flies with his Tony that circulated all over the world...........Some of Scotlands largest Brown Trout reaching 30 pounds in weight have make their last mistake in rising up to take one of Nicks Perfect creations of nature...




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WELCOME TO MY PRIVATE WORLD OF CREATED STORIES AND POEMS
Posted:May 21, 2014 6:28 pm
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2014 10:55 pm
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I will start out with one I named

AMERICA STANDING TALL AND PROUD

SIX PRIME MANHATTAN ACRES,
YET TWO VERY SEPERATE PLOTS

ONE BUILT UPON FOR 35 GREAT YEARS
THE OTHER MOST CERTAINLY NOT

MAJESTIC SIDE BY SIDE TWIN TOWERS
REACHING SKYWARD PROUD AND TALL

WHOM EVER COULD HAVE BEGUN TO IMAGINE
THAT ONE FATEFUL DAY, BOTH WOULD SURELY FALL

GIVEN THERE VERY OWN ZIP CODE
WHICH SIMPLY READ NYC 10048

60 WORKERS DIED IN BUILDING THEM
JUST NORMAL RISKY HIGH RISE FATE

WHO EVER COULD HAVE IMAGINED
OVER 3,000 MORE PEOPLE WOULD PERISH

THAT 9/11 DAY OF COWARDLY TERRORISTS ACTS
DESTROYING WHAT AMERICA SO DEARLY CHERISHED

343 GALLANT NEW YORK CITY FIREFIGHTERS
BRAVING ALL THE RISKS AND THE FLAMES

THEY TOOK TO UPPER LEVEL STAIRWELLS
THAT BROUGHT BIN LADEN INSTANT FAME

YES IT WAS INDEED A STORIED DAY
MIXED WITH COWARDS AND TRUE HERO'S

THAT SEPTEMBER MORNING WHEN WITHOUT WARNING
THE COLLASPE OF BOTH CAME AT GROUND ZERO

BUT FROM ASHES SOMETIMES RISES
GREAT HOPES TO START ANEW

WHILE THIS MAJOR BATTLE WAS CERTAINLY LOST
THE TERRORIST WAR WAS NOT QUITE THROUGH

SO THE NEW FREEDOM TOWER PLANS
WERE UNVEILED JULY 4TH OF 2004

AMENDED IN 2006 FOR BETTER CAUSE
WAS ONE WORLD TRADE, WITH ITS 108 NEW FLOOR’S

A MARVAL OF MODERN ENGINEERING
TRULY AN UNIMAGINABLE FEAT

ITS SPIRE WOULD REACH UP SKYWARD
TO MEASURE EXACTLY, 1776 PATRIOTIC FEET.

WHILE COMPLETION IS YET A FEW YEARS AWAY
BEFORE OLD GLORY WILL BE PROUDLY FLOWN

SYMBOLISTIC OF UNDYING FREEDOM AND COURAGE
THAT AMERICA'S REN HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN!

DUH STORYTELLER (2001) revised in March of 2011

(some 30 months before the new Dedication Day)

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