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My automatic behavior on an evening when I just want complacency was marked with two, Yep you guessed it, (2) Problems. The question is nostalgically, do you want to read about my (2) all time best problems?
The first problem is: I pray that BOB doesn’t have any children. There is this guy BOB in Texas. People have tried to be creative about him, but I know like BOB pretty much everything is creative. I have this Ice-Cream Sandwich, and I’m happy. But I know at BOB’s best he is nothing more than a Tom and Jerry Cartoon; Jerry is his Dad. Now I know you know the bible story. It is the greatest story ever told. The Bible. Well anyway there is this lady; she retained her health. Her name is Mary. I am not sure about the rest, like what she said, what she saw, or if anyone else witnessed the same thing she did. Oh, Mary had a son; I tried to tell BOB, the guy in Texas. I would say he could have been God, but now I know the Bible story. BOB, the guy in Texas, has not married lord forgiving, so I guess everything is OK. That is all, like I should know the drill; but how will there be a Kingdom within a Kingdom. I just keep getting awkward about BOB. So, I try his story the same as the one in the bible, and I just get more and more unsure. That I laugh. Like the story I tell, what I am saying each sentence ends like gish – (I’m Laughing Out Loud).
This is the other one; no less epic. “Clay Jenkinson had sex with Mary Stockinger and he paid five dollars for it.” The title is longer then the first title, “The Bible” but this one is different. This story might not turn out as generic as the first. Well, Clay returns home from the distressing event. For his parents though they knew about what he did, they could not confront him. So they had a hissy-fit. Okay, a guy does the wrong thing. Like I said he had sex with Mary Stockinger. He doesn’t remember this so you might as well put it on the back burner. But that won’t work because every time he does the presentation, I call security and have him escorted off the stage. So, really as far as a story is concerned all there is is Clay Jenkinson and a little bit of scorn from his parents over Mary.
Clay Jenkinson remembered how much his parents hurt him, so when he discovered what his parents had used, The Declaration of Independence, to show their disapproval, he committed him self to it. He doesn’t see how this was punishment for the wrong thing. And, it is probably an ethic of his parents more than a general wrong thing. But, Clay falls dreadfully short of making a connection of the street sex and his parents scorn. The scorn part is how he involved himself with Jefferson. It was The Declaration of Independence then that Clay Jenkinson became a scholar.
So, as he performs before an audience in the character of Thomas Jefferson, I gently motion him off the stage as if a Security Guard were working with someone having inappropriate behavior. Not only is he festering in the scorn of his parents, he is undermining the peace of an American Historical Figure. This is my story and I’m saying that Clay Jenkinson does not understand his interest causally. So, the performances continue. I am not sure how to describe it; it is magic. I do not want any trouble. Just for the record, I need to let you know that Thomas Jefferson had sex with an African American woman, not a prostitute.
All of these (2) Stories are reserved for a time when I want to relax and enjoy a good evening.
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