Pretty women, pipe smokers and bikers

[bennie]

There is an inordinate amount of hot women in glasgow today. I think maybe this is because the cold snap seems to have, em, snapped. It's pretty mild here today. All the lovely office women with their office suits, man! I like.

Also, I think men who smoke pipes should be made, by law, to have a glass eye. I don't mean one big communual glass eye for them all to share. I mean, they should have a glass eye each. I just think a man with a glass eye and a pipe would look dead distinguished, like. I also think they should be made to stand with a hand on their hip as they puff. I envisige a world of odd balls, misfits and broken jigsaw pieces all fitting together to form one huge cohesive whole.

I think that bikers should be made, again, by law, to hug their bike every time they dismount. They obviously love their bikes so I think they should display their affections more freely. A nice big hug when they park up the bike.

I don't have a blog.

[sooZen]

Well, this is maybe an old post Bennie by you, but it just came to my notice.

I knew an old fellow with a glass eye oncest...he was an old cowboy that had lost it in some kinda accident, probably involving livestock. Besides a glass eye, he had this huge-ass silver buckle that he had won for champion cutting horse, circa 19 ought something or rather. I can't remember, I was only 15 and working at a riding stable as a trail guide. He was might proud of that buckle and an eye that filled a hole in his head.

All of us younguns' that worked there for the summer (I was, btw the only girl) were absolutely fascinated by that eye. The blank stare, the beauty of the glassy orb, his taking it out occasionally like a jewel to polish it and plunk it back into his head...it was an endless topic among us.

Soooo...one night, because we knew he took it out to sleep, we snuck back to the stables all quiet like, well as quiet as a bunch of yahoo kids can get , opened the bunkroom door and Charlie, the alpha male of us hoodlem's grabbed it from his bedside and ran like hell. The old fella just kept sleeping unawares that his prized orb was now in the hands of god's hellions.

Now, we meant no harm...none 'tall. We hid it in the hay barn and went home to sleep. When Jeff got up the next morning we had all gathered in the yard to see what his reaction would be. We were shaky and a bit scared but could hardly hold back the snickers. Soon an inhuman howl came from the direction of the bunkroom. It sounded akin to a screeching tire combined with a kicked dog, it was to say the least, ungodly. Once that sound hit us, we screamed too, our high pitched laughter piercing the skies. We were rollin' around in the dirt, tears rollin' down our faces when Jeff emerged from the bunkroom with a look of doom on his face.

"What did you little shits do with my eye!!!" Man o man, I have never seen anyone that pissed. We stepped back behind Charlie and bowed our heads but Charlie was still howling.

Well, to make this long assed story shorter...we returned the eye pretty quick but the whole incident gave us fuel for the rest of the summer...

Hah!

BTW Bennie...did you ever get those Cowboy boots? Cecil has some pretty nice ones just collecting dust in his closet. LMK, they are for sale...

Peace,
SooZen

[bennie]

funny story.

I got a nice pair of boots about six months ago. They're a whisky brown colour, sort of mahogony. They make a nice sound when I walk.

What is LMK?

[stilltrucking]

I think that bikers should be made, again, by law, to hug their bike every time they dismount.

it is been twenty four hours since I have had a cigarette, cost me over thirty US a week, I could have a motor cycle next spring, I was so close yesterday yamaha 650, thirty nine dollars a month forever. my forever ain't long enough for them the loan fell through

that phrase polymorphously perverse sounds weird I know it is from that dirty old white man Freud, the joy of a baby, innocent total body eros, every square inch of skin a pleasure zone.

I done wanna pickle

>>>>>>>>>>Nice story BB

[sooZen]

Thanks Ben.

'LMK' is computerese for Let Me Know, ya know? Hah!

This new age (its new all over again) has its own lingo, 'blog' for weblog, 'lol' for lots of laughs...heck fire, it goes on and on....

How do ya like the 'shit kickers"? Do they pinch your toes? I have decided that cowgirrrl boots are just for the jungians. I have my toes spread out in a nice pair of sandals, flat on the ground, earthbound for I no longer need to keep my feet in the stirrups. I just 'stir up' trouble now...Hah!

Peace,
SooZen

BTW (By the Way) Stilltruck, you are sure a busy boy. Good luck with the smokin' I fell off the wagon and had a puff this morning. Damn me! Heh.

[bennie]

Well, FYI, they do pinch my toes a wee bit. But then I have troublesome toes anyway. I'm a clumsy bastard and I forever bang my toes of furniture in the dead of night, so they are always bashed and sore. The point of the boot doesn't help. They are pretty wide across the foot though so it isn't too bad.

The trouble is, they're coming into fashion over here. This sucks because I don't like to be seen to floow fashion. Bugger!

Bloody paris catwalks can kiss my arse.

I assumed LMK was some sort of "geek speek" minimalism

[stilltrucking]

for me it is the instep, Red Wing Work Boots the most comfortable shoes I have ever had, expernsive about a $100 I think. More like a cowboy work boot, I know one thing if I ever get a motorcycle I wont be wearing these new balance 842 senior walkers, they got a roll bar built right into them because us geezers tend to roll over so easy.

those pointy toed cowboy boots must be for bull riding,

I hear that cowboys are now wearing sneakers because that don't want anyone to mistake them for truckdrivers.