Toombaru What gives?

[Guest guest]

P: Speak for yourself, big ego! Toomb has no ego. He just winds up

with Egg-o on his face when he posts. )

 

T: Pete, I just put him to sleep. He doesn't like to hear that kind of

stuff. Say.................How about those Padres? toombaru

 

P: I haven't gone to mass since the sixties, so

I don't know how the padres are doing nowadays.

 

Back then, I had a girlfriend who lived across

from a church. Sometimes, when I visited her

after work, we'd get high and go to vesper mass.

We sad in the back of the semi-deserted church,

and watched the mass. It was recited in Latin, in

those days. The priest performed the mass with great

slow gestures. It was very beautiful, moving,

and sacred, and then we got back to the apt, and

made ritualistic sex. She moved away one day without

given me a hint that anything was wrong. That's the

way we were back then- young nomads without a

tent. I never saw her, or went to mass, again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

--- Pete S <pedsie5 wrote:

 

>

> P: Speak for yourself, big ego! Toomb has no ego. He just winds up

> with Egg-o on his face when he posts. )

>

> T: Pete, I just put him to sleep. He doesn't like to hear that kind of

> stuff. Say.................How about those Padres? toombaru

>

> P: I haven't gone to mass since the sixties, so

> I don't know how the padres are doing nowadays.

>

> Back then, I had a girlfriend who lived across

> from a church. Sometimes, when I visited her

> after work, we'd get high and go to vesper mass.

> We sad in the back of the semi-deserted church,

> and watched the mass. It was recited in Latin, in

> those days. The priest performed the mass with great

> slow gestures. It was very beautiful, moving,

> and sacred, and then we got back to the apt, and

> made ritualistic sex. She moved away one day without

> given me a hint that anything was wrong. That's the

> way we were back then- young nomads without a

> tent. I never saw her, or went to mass, again.

>

 

reminds me of the Bob Seger song Night Moves...

 

nice story

 

Bill