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Women I Knew While Lying Naked in Fields of Periwinkle

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In reply to an earlier post on Jun 13, 2012, 12:06:11 PM PDT
Release date: 15 April 2013.

You'll have to be patient.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 13, 2012, 12:13:32 PM PDT
If I must. : (

I expect you to remind me when the time comes though. Deal?

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 13, 2012, 12:14:43 PM PDT
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In reply to an earlier post on Jun 13, 2012, 12:15:54 PM PDT
I'll find a way to people know, have no fear.

Now, do we mourn for B ?

I'll tip a glass in his direction...

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 13, 2012, 12:19:50 PM PDT
B.... I know you're a little annoyed at those darn monkeys for stealing your underwear but....
Don't go.

Tell me a story? : )

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 13, 2012, 12:21:46 PM PDT

And B? He'll be back.
I saw his trail of bread crumbs.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 13, 2012, 12:27:49 PM PDT
Quick! let's track him...

he might have a secret stash of BBQ food.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 13, 2012, 12:38:43 PM PDT
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Posted on Jun 13, 2012, 1:00:25 PM PDT
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The post you guys were talking about was deleted by amazon. I have no doubt it was pretty bad.
And I had no idea he was the one who had attacked you. I hope Ammy shows JK the door.
I also hope Ammy does something about those losers hijacking Anna's thread.

Posted on Jun 18, 2012, 7:50:14 PM PDT
B. says:
Every girls dream,

Beneath The Clock

Beneath the clock I'm waiting expectantly
Awaiting my blind date a little nervously
He's late but I don't mind, at least not yet
He'll have a good reason no doubt, I bet
He's here at last and only an hour late
A good-looking man it was worth the wait
A kiss on the cheek and a smile how terrific
Oh but his breath could stop the traffic
But nobody's perfect and he has a kind face
And he's booked a table at an exclusive place
The restaurant looks fine, very expensive
Let's hope appearances are not deceptive
The food is poor, and the service shambolic
His conversation is dull and monosyllabic
He drinks to excess and slobbers his food
His table manners are nothing short of rude
His drinking is driving me around the bend
I really can't wait for the evening to end
The bill arrives and I'm asked to pay half
My immediate reply  "you're having a laugh"
He leaps to his feet and explodes with fury
Then falls backwards into the shrubbery
I throw him a look of contempt and disdain
Embarrassed I leave saying "never again"
How could I have known it would go so amiss?
I just can't believe I shaved my legs for this.

Posted on Jun 19, 2012, 4:16:43 AM PDT
Could be worse, B.

You only shaved your legs. You could have waxed instead....

Posted on Jun 19, 2012, 6:50:47 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 19, 2012, 6:51:08 AM PDT
B. says:
Will, If your etiquette had been equal to a Mongol warrior, maybe she would have overlooked your other faults, belching, scratching a55, and well lets just say other annoyances, you just might have been asked in, for a one for the road. Sorry.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012, 8:15:51 AM PDT
Obviously I need a bigger axe to grind.

Sigh. There's always something, isn't there?

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012, 8:22:55 AM PDT
B. says:
Obviously. :-):-)

Posted on Jun 19, 2012, 8:37:49 AM PDT
B. says:
Their impressions are still there, soft impressions in the soft flowers.

Roses Are Red

Rose's are red
Violet's are blue
Daisy's are white
Lily's are too

Poppy's are red
Iris's are blue
Pansy's are varied
Petunia's are too

Ruby's are red
Sapphire's are blue
Pearl's are white
Jasmine's are too

Marigold's are orange
Hyacinth's are blue
Holly's  are scratchy
Heather's are too

May's are white
Fern's are green
Ivy's are variegated
And very often seen

Busy Lizzie's
Colours are many
And Honeysuckle
Doesn't wear any

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 19, 2012, 8:39:27 AM PDT
B. says:
Violation, whoop whoop whoop. Can I preorder?

Posted on Jun 19, 2012, 1:44:49 PM PDT
B. says:
Never met this one, naked or otherwise, oh well,


woman is like to--but stay--
    What a woman is like, who can say?
    There is no living with or without one.
    Love bites like a fly,
    Now an ear, now an eye,
Buzz, buzz, always buzzing about one.
    When she's tender and kind
    She is like to my mind,
(And Fanny was so, I remember).
    She's like to--Oh, dear!
    She's as good, very near,
As a ripe, melting peach in September.
    If she laugh, and she chat,
    Play, joke, and all that,
And with smiles and good humor she meet me,
    She's like a rich dish
    Of venison or fish,
That cries from the table, Come eat me!
    But she'll plague you and vex you,
    Distract and perplex you;
    False-hearted and ranging,
    Unsettled and changing,
    What then do you think, she is like?
        Like sand? Like a rock?
        Like a wheel? Like a clock?
    Ay, a clock that is always at strike.
Her head's like the island folks tell on,
Which nothing but monkeys can dwell on;
Her heart's like a lemon--so nice
She carves for each lover a slice;
    In truth she's to me,
    Like the wind, like the sea,
Whose raging will hearken to no man;
    Like a mill, like a pill,
    Like a flail, like a whale,
    Like an ass, like a glass
Whose image is constant to no man;
    Like a shower, like a flower,
    Like a fly, like a pie,
    Like a pea, like a flea,
    Like a thief, like--in brief,
She's like nothing on earth--but a woman!


Posted on Jun 20, 2012, 6:37:50 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 20, 2012, 6:40:20 AM PDT
B. says:
I met Vicky under the strangest of circumstances, Vicky walked in to the Periwinkle field, stripped off her clothes and said,"Is there anyone here man enough to make a woman of me?"

Steve Dallas, stands up, removes his shirt and says, "Here, iron this!"

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012, 7:36:12 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 20, 2012, 8:39:21 AM PDT
B. says:
Will, in rereading your post, did I post a personal insult to you, if so you should know by now I truly enjoy your posts. Again, sorry. :-(

Posted on Jun 20, 2012, 9:35:38 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 20, 2012, 9:36:17 AM PDT
B. says:
We were multicultural, women of all nationalities were welcome in our field of Periwinkle,


When the little armadillo
With his head upon his pillow
                Sweetly rests,
And the parrakeet and lindo
Flitting past my cabin window
                Seek their nests,--

When the mists of even settle
Over Popocatapetl,
                Dropping dew,--
Like the condor, over yonder,
Still I ponder, ever fonder,
                Dear, of You!

May no revolution shock you,
May the earthquake gently rock you
                To repose,
While the sentimental panthers
Sniff the pollen-laden anthers
                Of the rose!

While the pelican is pining,
While the moon is softly shining
                On the stream,
May the song that I am singing
Send a tender cadence winging
                Through your dream!

I have just one wish to utter--
That you twinkle through your shutter
                Like a star,
While, according to convention,
I shall cas-u-ally mention
                My guitar.

Senorita Maraquita,
Muy bonita, pobracita!--
                Hear me weep!--
But the night is growing wetter,
So I guess that you had better
                Go to sleep.

Posted on Jun 20, 2012, 11:14:49 AM PDT
B. says:
The other day, I had the following conversation with one of the women, who was a regular in our humble field,

B: Nice to have you back from your last spiritual quest, Lola Granola.

Lola: Alas, B they never did warm to the idea of nude yoga.

B: The Amish are like that.

Lola: But they sure liked heaven, I like heaven too.

B: Do you think all people get to heaven, Lola?

Lola: Every single one

B: Liberals? Evolutionists? Feminists? ACLU Lawyers?

Lola: Yep.

B: Kennedy Democrats? French People? Manly women who do not shave? They're all up there?

Lola: Yep.

B: With Jerry Falwell?

Lola: Yep.

B: Goodness He must be annoyed.

Lola: Eternally.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012, 11:36:04 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jun 20, 2012, 11:37:06 AM PDT
B, I'm too old, bald, and ugly to be insulted so easily.

You wanna insult ME man, you've got to break sweat!

Edit: the axe just picked up the mongol warrior reference...

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012, 12:55:52 PM PDT
B. says:
Whew, I didn't know. You any relations to Tom Jones? :-):-):-)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012, 1:14:42 PM PDT

Unfortunately, not the famous one

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 20, 2012, 1:17:30 PM PDT
B. says:
Well, you're gonna be famous, so they'll be proud of the Will. Mighty proud.
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