TeddyMorrissey
January 8, 2001, 03:08 PM
Dear Fellow sufferers
Well I suppose Crembo wasn't bad (could have been worse) a few parties to go to, but no Mozza ones unfortunatley. Most of the women at these parties worth looking twice at, where either married or living with someone (Sigh). There was one particular one though, Alison, who was at both parties I went to, who although married with three kids, had a Bod I would kill to get my arms around. She was bloody attractive(facially & bod wise). The only blemish was the missing front tooth when she smiled, but even sober I cold overlook this. Her husband(also called Ted funnerly enough) was not at these parties, so in a Roy's Keen Spring-Heeled Jim knd of way the door could have been ajar for a perfect opportunity to get my hands on the puppies and the tonuge on the Badger's Hat(Rhyme's with ?). But even after a whole bottle of Jack Daniels and five or six cans of Scumpy Jack the closest I came to getting her enywhere near a bedroom and embracing that size 18 figure, was passing her as I went into the bathroom and she was coming out. My brain would not allow my mouth to pass go, as my brain kept saying that this was a married woman Ted.
Alison doesn't say very much to me apart from 'Hello' or the odd comment in agreement as I hold court with my friends. Yet I feel this is because when our eyes do meet, there is that knowing look. That look that says "Ted I know you want me, but I belong to someone else. And enyway, I don't find you in the least attractive, not as you find me so". This look breaks my heart, but what can this intrepid hero here do. When all is said and done she is married, and that amongst other social boundries keep me held back. It's terrible when some ugly bugger,who, when was born the Midwife smacked the Mother instead of the baby, takes what they want from life. And you are racked with self-doubts as you find it hard to make enemies in the first place.
Big Colin the friendly Prop-forward and all-round nice bloke, was expaining to me about some American whiskey that is 80 or 90% proof that is distilled out of potato peelings and oxy-aseterline, but by this time one word merged into another and the floor beckoned for me to fall upon it's very nice wine coloured shag-pile. I was suddenly rudely awoken to the stains of "I Surrender" by Rainbow on Jeff's very impressive sound system, while people tried to at least give me some assemblence of respect by getting me on the couch. I smehow then managed to stagger to the toilet before completely pissing myself. I then had the, what seems now a stupid thought, of trying to sober myself up a touch by eating some of the ready-made Chilli-Con-Carne that Jeff had made, still steaming away on the stove, and smelling nice. How Silly Of Me. As not long after eating a bowl of this, my bowls objected to the night-time raid, and I found myself hurtling upstairs for the toilet onec again. This time to be traeted in a crash course of how to pebble-dash the toilet floor as well as the toilet bowl with brown mess and a sewage farm smell, which was met with dis-taste by the girls and howls of deristion by the lads.
Enyway all in all they were good parties, especially Jeff's this Saturday gone. Got there 8:30 god knows when I left or how I got home? Mien Host had gone to bed a few hours earlier, and the rear guard of this assault on Jeff's house (which is in mid renovation at present by the way) were drifting away.
Yours
TeddyMorrissey
Well I suppose Crembo wasn't bad (could have been worse) a few parties to go to, but no Mozza ones unfortunatley. Most of the women at these parties worth looking twice at, where either married or living with someone (Sigh). There was one particular one though, Alison, who was at both parties I went to, who although married with three kids, had a Bod I would kill to get my arms around. She was bloody attractive(facially & bod wise). The only blemish was the missing front tooth when she smiled, but even sober I cold overlook this. Her husband(also called Ted funnerly enough) was not at these parties, so in a Roy's Keen Spring-Heeled Jim knd of way the door could have been ajar for a perfect opportunity to get my hands on the puppies and the tonuge on the Badger's Hat(Rhyme's with ?). But even after a whole bottle of Jack Daniels and five or six cans of Scumpy Jack the closest I came to getting her enywhere near a bedroom and embracing that size 18 figure, was passing her as I went into the bathroom and she was coming out. My brain would not allow my mouth to pass go, as my brain kept saying that this was a married woman Ted.
Alison doesn't say very much to me apart from 'Hello' or the odd comment in agreement as I hold court with my friends. Yet I feel this is because when our eyes do meet, there is that knowing look. That look that says "Ted I know you want me, but I belong to someone else. And enyway, I don't find you in the least attractive, not as you find me so". This look breaks my heart, but what can this intrepid hero here do. When all is said and done she is married, and that amongst other social boundries keep me held back. It's terrible when some ugly bugger,who, when was born the Midwife smacked the Mother instead of the baby, takes what they want from life. And you are racked with self-doubts as you find it hard to make enemies in the first place.
Big Colin the friendly Prop-forward and all-round nice bloke, was expaining to me about some American whiskey that is 80 or 90% proof that is distilled out of potato peelings and oxy-aseterline, but by this time one word merged into another and the floor beckoned for me to fall upon it's very nice wine coloured shag-pile. I was suddenly rudely awoken to the stains of "I Surrender" by Rainbow on Jeff's very impressive sound system, while people tried to at least give me some assemblence of respect by getting me on the couch. I smehow then managed to stagger to the toilet before completely pissing myself. I then had the, what seems now a stupid thought, of trying to sober myself up a touch by eating some of the ready-made Chilli-Con-Carne that Jeff had made, still steaming away on the stove, and smelling nice. How Silly Of Me. As not long after eating a bowl of this, my bowls objected to the night-time raid, and I found myself hurtling upstairs for the toilet onec again. This time to be traeted in a crash course of how to pebble-dash the toilet floor as well as the toilet bowl with brown mess and a sewage farm smell, which was met with dis-taste by the girls and howls of deristion by the lads.
Enyway all in all they were good parties, especially Jeff's this Saturday gone. Got there 8:30 god knows when I left or how I got home? Mien Host had gone to bed a few hours earlier, and the rear guard of this assault on Jeff's house (which is in mid renovation at present by the way) were drifting away.
Yours
TeddyMorrissey