Paul_and_Paco

Great... another worthless thing to go in my wallet.

I bet they got it wrong... I bet they were planning to eat puppets, not kids.

They drink Coke on occasion, now, too... after that church bought the Coke company, it all of sudden became ok to drink that wonderful brew!

I would not steer you wrong Dude. The story is really very good. Please give it a chance!

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I am not sure which "Gross" you were talking about... the gratuitous sex scene, or the Cougar Moms... either made me queasy.

I ran across this nice little serial novel in the YoungFriends section of Nifty a few days ago. It is written by Brian Roberson. The story is not the typical love story found on Nifty, and especially in the YoungFriends section. At present there are eleven chapters, and he seems to be posting every three days, so the wait will not be long before the finish. I had no problem with the editing, and it seemed to flow quite well. Below is a short excerpt... Later that night, Quincy all of a sudden found himself awake in the dark. He looked at the clock and it said 2:30. As he looked at the time, the digital image of the numbers began to flicker in and out. He then heard that same giggle as he did earlier, only this time it wasn't distant. As a matter of fact , it came right from inside the room. His heart froze in his chest as he heard the giggle again. It sounded like a boy. He quickly turned over towards the sound. On his desk, in the dark, he saw a figure sitting indian style on top of his desk. He bolted for the lamp and turned on the switch. To his utter shock and disbelief, he saw a nude blond boy sitting on top of his desk. He had a big grin on his face and his hands on his knees. "Hi!" The kid said as he waved. "Wh....who....who are you...?" Quincy asked, his voice trembling. The boy leaned back and laughed. It was a friendly and hearty laugh. "I'm Erik. Who are YOU?" He laughed. "How did you get in here? Why don't you have any clothes on?" Erik laughed and jumped off the desk. Quincy could see his little dangling penis bobbing around as he hit the floor. He then ran giggling into the closet and shut the door. "Hey, hey, wait a minute!" Quincy said. He then got out of bed and ran to the closet. He then opened the door, and to his utter horror, there was no one in there. "Mom! MOM! MOM!!!" Quincy cried out. Quincy's parents came running down the hallway full speed. Dad was in his underwear and Mom was in her nightgown. "Quincy, what's wrong? What happened?" Steve croaked. "I don't know, I ...I..." Quincy then hesitated. He suddenly didn't think that it was a good idea to tell his parents that he saw a naked boy in his bedroom who suddenly vanished into thin air. "I ...had a nightmare I guess." Quincy finally said. Quincy's parents both stayed and comforted him for a few minutes before shuffling bleary eyed back to their bedroom. After they left,he sat for a few seconds and tried to figure out what had just happened. He also thought about that freaked out mover from earlier in the day. Eventually he got his composure back and decided to try to go back to sleep. As he was about to turn off the lamp, he heard the closet door squeak a little. He watched as it opened halfway. He then saw the naked boy peek around the corner of the door. He sat and watched in horror. "Thanks for not ratting me out to your folks." He said. "R-r-ratting you out...?" Qunicy And That Unusual Friend of His can be found at http://www.nifty.org...unusual-friend/ I hope you enjoy it as much as I have, and if you do... give Brian a thumbs-up email.

Luckily, our two mousers are barn cats that never venture into the house. We spent the night in the hayloft a couple of nights ago, and Fritz... Paco's German Sheppard, was surprised after finally settling in for the night, being pounced on by one of those sets of creepy eyes from the rafters above, before the apperition slithered down the chute to the lower level. Fritz could only whimper and snuggle closer to us.

Awww! If you get tired of that dry heat and need some water, we have plenty of that... in the air! But you will still have to put up with the heat. What the heck are you doing in Oklahoma?

What? A new Hollywood movie that is not a remake? Or, it will give a whole new meaning to Six Degrees of Separation.

Very cool, Colin! Like I have told others, my Aimee is really one of a kind. She is my best friend, and sometimes the mother I never had.

This really is not a story, or a funny, or even a joke. Lately I have been feeling very uneasy because I knew my Dad was trying to make a very serious decision. Whether to stay in the military and get booted upstairs to Washington D.C., or retire to stay in his teaching position and be a full-time dad. Earlier this year my dad was involved in a helicopter crash in Turkey while on foreign duty. His injuries were minor compared to the many who lost their lives, but it scared the shirt out of me and my brothers. When he was released from the military hospital to come home, he promised me he would retire. Today, Dad went to a local base hospital and had the cast removed from his arm, so he is whole again. Last night he and I had a long talk about why he had stayed in the military as long as he had, even if he was bi-sexual... and now partnered for life. He stayed because he felt he owed his country for the many good years they had supported him, many of the most recent involving adopting me in a foreign country. He stayed to earn as much money as he could, to provide a good home for me and my brothers. I know what I was feeling was totally selfish. I am sorry, but I just wanted my dad home and safe. I can live anywhere, any way, as long as I have my family. Today, when he returned home he showed me the filled out and approved retirement papers! Now he can sit on the veranda and sip mint juleps, while the chilluns surround the colonel and bring him what ever he wants. <sigh and smile> Thanks for listening... it was important.

I messaged, but did not know to write here. Sorry.

My ride is only four and a half years old... but she is beautiful. Aimee is a Morgan mare.

I was never a scout, but my big dad was. He has a frame in his study with a bunch of badges in it. He has always said the idea behind the scouting program was never meant to exclude any boy. Quite the contrary, it was meant to include all boys to teach them all the things a young man would need in life. I think these leaders are way off in left field.

Whoa! Wait a minute! You can have baby gays?!

I have tried to go on two camping trips... one got rained out and the other missed because of a broken ankle. But, all I have read here and what my brothers have told me, I have got to get out in the woods! (I do not count camping in the back forty as real camping.)

Make sure you say that Jesus with eight syllables!

Holmes did not buy all of the weapons or ammunition or armor in the same place, or at the same time. No way to really track them going to the same person. And, you do not need teethas to eat a banana.

I am not sure. If the penalties are not stringent enough, what is to inspire the school to do the right things in the future? Yes, people can get hurt financially. It is a penalty. The university generates almost $2 billion, that is BILLION, in annual revenue. If the $60 million fine, the budget for the athletic program for one year, hurts them or the penalties constrain scholarships... not. Maybe they will be a bit more vigilant in the future. Their university police dropped the ballrefusing to file charges, as well as District Attorney Gricar who disappeared before testifying. Too many people covering up a popular sports program, again. Shame.

I think I like the book/blog style story. It reminds me of how I write emails to my friends, keeping them in my loop. FT, I think your story has a lot of promise and I am really looking forward to the next installments!

Yea, we will have to look on the computer if we are going to see it. Just stupid. You would think Comcast would be the same all over.

I think when you apply to be a "Christian" business you get to put one of those little fish thingys on the back of you car. Then put the sign in the yellow pages that you are one, hoping some other idiot will pay you twice what the job is worth. Instead of putting a cross in the fish's eye, it should have a $ sign. Otherwise, it is just another... Hey! look at me, I am a Christian... How come you are not one too? Better things to do with my money.

They can go have dinner after their march at the Chick-Fil-A. What a bunch of schmucks! (I would have said schmoes, but "Stooge-adge" does not translate for idiots.)

They got the bill in the mail.