Owen Bawn
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"Chelmsford: At Least it Ain't Lowell."It’s somewhere between Chelmsford and Istanbul.
"Chelmsford: At Least it Ain't Lowell."It’s somewhere between Chelmsford and Istanbul.
I grew up in Southie and Dorchester. Whenever anyone mentioned Chelmsford or Tewksbury or Andover we'd say "up near Canada."Beats Tewksbury‘s town slogan of: You think you’re better than me?!
I grew up in Southie and Dorchester.
In the South Boston of my day "Margarita" wasn't a drink; no, "Margarita" was an exotic saint's name the nuns tried to talk the girls into taking for their Confirmation name.I got wasted on margaritas at the Farragut House with my Grammie when I turned 21. Did you see us there? I didn’t know you back then.
I went off the beaten path. Picked Dominic over the much more popular, John, Paul and so on.In the South Boston of my day "Margarita" wasn't a drink; no, "Margarita" was an exotic saint's name the nuns tried to talk the girls into taking for their Confirmation name.
Man, this is one of the few times I wish I was born a Catholic female.In the South Boston of my day "Margarita" wasn't a drink; no, "Margarita" was an exotic saint's name the nuns tried to talk the girls into taking for their Confirmation name.
Man, this is one of the few times I wish I was born a Catholic female.
I wanted to name my son "Sue" but the War Department vetoed it. One of the few times I let her have her own way; you folks (especially @Intrigued ) know how macho I am.
But after her going to all the trubble of natural childbirth I figured that was the least I could do....
No, gun fight. And I'd rather not have to do that either. I figured he needed gravel in his guts. But his mom insisted on Fiber instead. But he didn't grow up a sissy like me after all.Hmm...thnking about the song, did you really want to get in a knife fight with your son??
FT you are flipping nutsNo, gun fight. And I'd rather not have to do that either. I figured he needed gravel in his guts. But his mom insisted on Fiber instead. But he didn't grow up a sissy like me after all.
But he is now responsible for feeding himself, so I KNOW he ain't eatin' enough Fiber!
When I was little we were so poor we fought the Beavers over trees so we could get the saw dust for the fiber. True story doggone!
Smartest thing I read on the Whole Dang WerldWydeWebb today doggone!Arko way outperforms Williams, IMO.