The Gambling Drug.
Magdalena was incensed. She had known for over two years now, but it still hurt. She had discovered that her husband loved gambling and had been secretly going to aCasinofor years. He had gambled and lost their superannuation. Magdalena was 68 years old, and this blow had come at entirely the wrong time in their lives. They were set up for retirement, and, now, this would all have to change. That wasn't all. Not only had he secretly been dipping into the super, he had run up a $40,000 debt. They had friends that came to the party and helped them out. Now they would have to put the house up for sale to repay them.
They had been married for 47 years, but one day she woke up and just didn't love him any more. "Don't tell dad", said her grown up son. She never did.
She kept her focus on what was important in life and had a very happy outlook. Magdalena had stories. "Did you know that kangaroos cry?" she asked Julian, who had been to awith her mother on the Gold Coast just once. Her mum had been given a $5 voucher by her favourite girl's fiance, and she wanted to spend it. They caught the monorail after a lovely dinner and made their way to the poker machines.
"Excuse me," said Julian to a staff member who was wandering the floor, "my mum has $5 to spend and we would like the machine that you put the least money in and get to pull the arm the most." The woman pointed to the left. After $2, mum had had enough and decided to hang on to the remaining $3 to buy Julian a cup of coffee. "Thanks, mum, that's very nice, but I don't drink it these days." she said.
"No." said Julian, in reply to Magdalena's question about crying kangaroos.
"I went kangaroo shooting in my younger years and they thrust a gun in my hands. They were culling. I just closed my eyes and fired. The kangaroo went down, I went down and my shoulder hurt like you wouldn't believe. I went over to the kangaroo and she had tears running down her cheeks. It was the last time for me. It was awful."
Darek had a shooting animal story too. He had wanted a trophy. Antlers of some kind. He was in the rear and chasing the deer up the mountain to his friends when he saw a Caribou nibbling on the sweet shoots of the Saskatchewan bush. He aimed and fired and the Caribou went down. Darek couldn't bear to see the animal's agony in it's death throes and so shot again. He shot away the very antler that was going to be his trophy. He couldn't even get a photograph. "I shouldn't tell these stories to you," he said, "the poor animals."
They moved onto more upbuilding naked people stories after that.
They had been married for 47 years, but one day she woke up and just didn't love him any more. "Don't tell dad", said her grown up son. She never did.
She kept her focus on what was important in life and had a very happy outlook. Magdalena had stories. "Did you know that kangaroos cry?" she asked Julian, who had been to awith her mother on the Gold Coast just once. Her mum had been given a $5 voucher by her favourite girl's fiance, and she wanted to spend it. They caught the monorail after a lovely dinner and made their way to the poker machines.
"Excuse me," said Julian to a staff member who was wandering the floor, "my mum has $5 to spend and we would like the machine that you put the least money in and get to pull the arm the most." The woman pointed to the left. After $2, mum had had enough and decided to hang on to the remaining $3 to buy Julian a cup of coffee. "Thanks, mum, that's very nice, but I don't drink it these days." she said.
"No." said Julian, in reply to Magdalena's question about crying kangaroos.
"I went kangaroo shooting in my younger years and they thrust a gun in my hands. They were culling. I just closed my eyes and fired. The kangaroo went down, I went down and my shoulder hurt like you wouldn't believe. I went over to the kangaroo and she had tears running down her cheeks. It was the last time for me. It was awful."
Darek had a shooting animal story too. He had wanted a trophy. Antlers of some kind. He was in the rear and chasing the deer up the mountain to his friends when he saw a Caribou nibbling on the sweet shoots of the Saskatchewan bush. He aimed and fired and the Caribou went down. Darek couldn't bear to see the animal's agony in it's death throes and so shot again. He shot away the very antler that was going to be his trophy. He couldn't even get a photograph. "I shouldn't tell these stories to you," he said, "the poor animals."
They moved onto more upbuilding naked people stories after that.
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