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Thursday, May 4, 2017

Warmest Regards...

The Internet Therapist had figured this out; I'm certain of that.  I think he was just waiting for me to figure it out for myself.  I suppose in frustration, he just had to give up.

Recently, an old friend popped back onto my radar.  It only took her a few weeks to put the puzzle together and about fifteen or twenty minutes for her to make me see what has been staring me in the face for years.

I've danced around it on this blog for years.  Hidden between the lines of sex and adventure, there has been a very dark truth trying to reveal itself to me.

I hate when people write something expecting readers to magically know what the fuck they are talking about.  Unfortunately, I'll have to do that to you.

This has nothing to do with my wife or our lifestyle or my coworkers or my friends, though certainly all have been impacted by me, my personality, and the methods I've used to shape relationships.

It took long enough, that's for sure.  This blog has accomplished what I set out to do ten years ago.  I know he no longer follows, but I do think The Internet Therapist would be relieved that the light came on for me.  He might be less thrilled that it was Emma who got through to me.

I'll still be around, but I'm afraid to say, this is the last post.  Thank you to those of you who stuck with me all these years.  I appreciate each of you, more than you can know.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

First Day of School...

It was the first day of school and in the first grade classroom, the teacher was going from child to child getting to know her students.

She addresses the first little girl and asks, "Tell me little girl, what is your name?" And the little girl responds, "My name is Mary Smith." And the teacher says, "Welcome to the first grade Mary."

She moves on to a little boy and asks him and he says, "My name is Tommy Johnson" and she welcomes Tommy to the first grade, and this goes on and on with Michael and Joey and Alice.

Finally, she gets to another student and asks, "Tell me little boy, what is your name?" "Jimmy Fuckbreak, Ma'am." he responds politely.

"I'm sorry," the teacher asks, "what was that again?

"Jimmy Fuckbreak is my name." the little boy proudly says.

Now, not wanting to create a situation, the teacher thinks to herself that perhaps another student has put this little bastard up to this or perhaps a deviant teacher is playing a trick on her, she says to the boy, "So, say Jimmy, do you have any brothers or sisters in this school?" and Jimmy quickly says, "Yes, Ma'am. I have a sister in the 6th grade."

With that, the teacher moves along and when finished, she tells all the new kids that it is time for them to put their heads on their desks and have a little nap.

As the children take a rest, the teacher quietly leaves and goes up to the classroom full of sixth graders and peeks into the door way. She looks around and asks, "Hey, you got any Fuckbreaks in here?"

A little sixth grader pipes up and says, "Lady, this is the sixth grade, we don't get fuck breaks. Hell, we don't even get recess!"