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- Billy B Cook, born in Salt Lake City, Utah, 6-30-1943 (note that this date is smack in the middle of your calendar year) A powerful dream I had in 1997 resulted in my moving and starting on a strange and complex spiritual journey. Billy B Cook… BBC… Born Before Christ. Humans are so lacking spiritually even though they have many religions. Let’s get an understanding right from the git go, there is no all powerful god out there. We are god in evolution, and anyone that doesn’t understand that in this day and age has been as much as brainwashed by their teachers and mentors. We are the omnipresent spirit of this living planet and I'm tired of how they raise us here in our human forms. And at times I get angry and rant at and about others. Just call me Billy, you are as much of the living spirit of this planet as I am once you sort it out right.
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Mona..... Umm, what ever my dear. Less than one hundred people read our blogs anyway. So just exactly who are we talking to and hurting? We are just specks of dust hon.
As for what I said about mother. It was true, she was a bitch pain in the ass, and she knew it. And she is dead so nothing is going to hurt her anyway. Hugs.
....
A highly timid little man, ventured into a biker bar in the
Bronx and clearing his throat asked, "Um, err, which of
you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied outside to the
parking meter?"
A giant of a man, wearing biker leathers, his body hair
growing out through the seams, turned slowly on his
stool, looked down at the quivering little man and said,
"It's my dog. Why?"
"Well," squeaked the little man, obviously very nervous,
"I believe my dog just killed it, sir."
"What?" roared the big man in disbelief. "What in the
hell kind of dog do you have?"
"Sir," answered the little man, "it's a little four week
old female puppy."
"Bull!" roared the biker, "how could your puppy kill my
Doberman?"
"It appears that your dog choked on her, sir."
Mona.... You are right hon, there wasn't any email listed on my profile. There was, but it seems to have disappeared. I've listed it again.
But hey, anything you have to say, feel free to say it here. And don't worry about my ego hon, it is bigger than life and I have no intention of trimming it down any.
Would it make you feel better about me if I kissed your boobies for a while? Maybe I wouldn't be so cranky then. :-)
To begin with, I was never feeling down, to be transformed into a 'better' state. So keep the kisses for someone who is willing to recieve them.
Hey! it seems your hankering is psychologically linked to your mom's inadequate breastfeeding in your infanthood...it happens..I understand...
Adieu
& that joke is good..moral of the story: Just bite as much as you can chew!
Gosh, all this attention. I think Mona loves me. :-)
But you don't get it Mona, God loves breasts and likes to kiss and fondle them. It has nothing to do with a current mother. I've been that way for millions of years.
You folks in India sure think differently. Come on over, let me make your nipples happy and we'll discuss the other 'stuff'. :-)
Good picture, I wonder how that guy got his CDL
PENSACOLA, Fla. - A teenager who sued the city after claiming a police officer forced her to do jumping jacks while topless has reached a $35,000 settlement, officials said.
He didn't force her, just gave her that option other than getting arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior with her boyfriend. She took the option.
Boy, I wish I could have seen that, I miss all the fun.
When I make hotcakes I make extra. This morning I had 2 warmed up hotcakes and two eggs over easy.
What did you have for breakfast?
It's beautiful outside, the sun should shine a lot today. I'll get some work done on the camper.
God...I Forgive you.
Thank you sweetie-pie. :-)
I myself like dressing my breastup to make them kissable and loveable and acceint I thank God for giving the female species on this earth...with lace and a deep v top and a touch of blush in the clevage
paris, i had something to say about that but i forget what it was.........um...
Paris, I love you and Mona.
Shoot, she lives on the other side of the planet and in a different culture. And she forgave me. I'm not sure what she forgave me for because I'm not sure what made her angry, but that is beside the point.
The point is, she forgave me, because she loves me. I have a hell of a lot of respect for a woman big enough to do that.
I think she follows my creed.
I loved you before I met you.
I can aways love you more.
But I will never love you less.
Than a one.
That doesn't however mean that we like how others are. Only that we love them but understand that we must love them from a distance.
Hugs to all.
A visit to your blog always makes me smile whether it is the wonderful writing, good jokes, or the visual images of a truck that can't handle curves or the kitties and titties that are all curves.
i see it as loving one`s self, though i also see that as the same thing........
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