The Isolated Blurt Thread XXIX: No Whining

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I wish Obama would ban zucchini.


FFS people keep planting it. And nobody actually likes it. And each plant produces about a ton of it it. And then people dump it on someone else's counter. And of course, you can't say, "No I don't want your fucking zucchini!" because then they might get pissed and not give you any tomatoes.


I'll give someone a dollar to take this 100 pounds of zucchini of my hands...
 
My sister called to tell me that our mother is dying. Her heart is too weak to hold its own against the building fluid. She will begin dialysis immediately, but her kidneys are only working at 15%, and the doctors have advised her to put her affairs in order. She made her will yesterday, and tomorrow the funeral director is coming to her home to make her burial arrangements.

Mom had downplayed so much, until she couldn't any longer, and I am, I think, in some kind of shock. I'm exhausted from crying, but completely restless. I called her, and I sobbed. Like a selfish fucking brat. She's dying, and she had to comfort ME. Apologized for not telling me sooner, but she knew I would take it the hardest.

We're trying to make travel plans. She wants to see her grandson one last time. I can't believe we're planning for a final visit. She's been sick, and I'm not dumb; I knew it was bad. But I had no idea we were here, at the end of the road. How can this be happening?

She told me tonight that the happiest moment of her life was meeting my son and watching us together. That I'm an amazing mother, and she couldn't be prouder. That she loves Clutch with all her heart for bringing me such great happiness, that she feel tremendous peace in knowing I'm loved and cared for.

I told her that she's my best friend and how sorry I am for taking her for granted. I promised to be nice to her SO after her death and to remember that he would be hurting, too. I'm ashamed to say that I begged her not to go, like she has any say in the matter. But in no way am I ready to let her go. I'm 33, with a child of my own, and I've never needed my mother more.

It doesn't matter how old you are, she's your mum. It's a different bond. I've been terrified all week. I can't imagine the pain of what you're going through and I dread it with all my heart.

:rose::rose::rose:
 
'Dry' humping? Slacker.

And, Mr Savage, I love coffee! I bought this a few days ago and am enjoying it very much.

He looks a little large for a normal size coffee can.

And I'm not sure bringing a black man from Africa in a tin cup (enamel?) to the mainland (of the UK) is the best idea.
 
By far?! Fuck you. I'm never writing a poem for your dick pics again.

I said, "review" not ode.

Thus far, yours was the finest (and only) full opus written to honor the tumescent splendor of my mighty member.
 
I would like a stoplight outside my office: green means come on in, I would love to hear your bullshit today, yellow means proceed with caution - I may call you out on your bullshit today, red means enter and die.
 
Taking all three dogs to a new groomer at noon. I hope the girl has fingers after she tries to trim meadows nails without a muzzle and three people holding her down.

The old gal does not like her nails trimmed.


I usually take her to the the vet and it takes three people and a muzzle.

Ugh.
 
Interesting - I find the opposite. Perhaps Harvard should fund my ticket to America in order to be a control in your experiment.

You really want to go to the US to drink awful american coffee? (Yes, I know there is a sideline)
 
I wasn't planning on cumming, but I did, and I can't say that I'm disappointed. Leg shaking, hip lifting, but silent.

A great way to start the day.

The coffee is exceptional this morning

Indeed, here, too. Must be a Thursday.

I would like a stoplight outside my office: green means come on in, I would love to hear your bullshit today, yellow means proceed with caution - I may call you out on your bullshit today, red means enter and die.

I have a door on my office. If I want to hear BS, it's blocked open with a piece of bent steel plate. If I will take select visitors, it is closed and people can knock. If I don't want to be disturbed, it's locked.
 
I have a door on my office. If I want to hear BS, it's blocked open with a piece of bent steel plate. If I will take select visitors, it is closed and people can knock. If I don't want to be disturbed, it's locked.

I wonder if I can get the Donald to build me a door/wall like that - he can make my coworkers pay for it.
 
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