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RE: Is This Real Life?

Stella overheard neighbors fighting while sitting in her backyard.  Here is an excerpt she shared with me: When have I ever played games witch you?! Nigga, you see what I'm livin' in to be witch you cause I love you? A little later, I get the following chat message: I regaled my dad with the story of the neighbor fight.  He said, "I keep telling you there should be a law against some of the pure CRAP they call TV."  I said, "This isn't on TV!!!  This is coming from my neighbor's house.!!!"  He said, "HOLY SHIT!!!!!  Love thy neighbor, I guess..." I guess I can see how he would think it was a TV show.  I made him watch "Toddlers and Tiaras" all afternoon yesterday.

RE: Struthio camelus---Brrrrrakakaka

A Tale Inspired by Birdman's FB profile picture: The Hubby: Birdman rode high on that ostrich. High and proud. Some folk said too proud, but that didn't make no nevermind to Birdman. He and that ostrich would just strut through town like like they ain't never had a care. Like all they needed was each other. Maybe that was true. But it sure makes for a sad story, the way it all turned out. 'Course, maybe that was the only way it coulda gone, I don't know. All I know is sometimes, out on the plains, when the moon is shining bright in the sky, and the wind has gone real quiet... Sometimes I swear I can hear old Birdman and that ostrich, their call echoing off the distant hills: Brrrrrakakaka! Brrrrrrakakaka! Birdman: You magnificent bastard. You brought feeling back to this old withered heart, emotions I thought would never be felt again. Perhaps it would have been better had I never experienced that twinge pass through my chest once more. I know I co