Originally Posted by Jim_Conrad
I stole a frozen yogurt from the IGA in town.

Sister started making fun of me.

I called her a Kaksucker.

I didn't know what it meant......but had heard it many times.




I didn't learn much about cussin' until we moved out West.

Mom might, in highly irregular circumstances, utter a "damn" , but it was usually JMJ, darn, and sometimes fudge.

Dad would use hell, damn (but very very rarely GD), and scheidt sometimes.

Real cusswords I had to learn at school and from the homies in the 'hood.

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?