It Was A Helen Of A Problem.
Kansas was in the market for a girl. He had a few on the go, but this one looked the most promising. She had a fabulous nose, for a start. She could smell things from miles away, and that suited Kansas just fine, because his nose was also one of his best features. He took her to his charming, hand built cottage in the heart of the Australian bush. He had horses and interest. She was understandably flattered, and they had themselves a good time. They went motor bike riding up the mountain, and took photos of incredible valley views. He took pictures of her urinating on the side of the dirt tracks for posterity, never dreaming that his future wife would not be keen. She had a close friend who told her that she'd never get rid of him. That he stick closer than a stamp. The friend hadn't taken into account that he'd keep his options open, and would inquire of other girl's.
He met Dorothy in a Chinese restuarant. She was the waitress, and soon got to know of his tastes. The Chinese kitchen crew knew him as Barbecue Pork, because that was invariably his order. That, and a glass of the house red. He sold her small amounts of marijuana, and that was their beginnings. Their first conversation consisted of odd socks and earrings, and in their future married life, she actually only ever knew him to wear odd socks once. It was at least 15 years later.
He was tall and skinny and bony, with a sharp nose for details.
There was a time when his young boy had come to visit for the weekend. As they left on Monday morning to take him back to school, he became frantic because he had left a teaspoonful of suntan cream back at the house. His mother would kill him, he said over and over. Kansas, who had lived with the boy's mother, knew and understood that no matter what, they had to go back and get the cream. Dorothy was bemused, and in typical Spanish fashion, shouted and screamed, all to no avail.
They went back. The lotion was retrieved. The Mother From Hell was unappeased and continued to make life miserable for all and sundry.
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He met Dorothy in a Chinese restuarant. She was the waitress, and soon got to know of his tastes. The Chinese kitchen crew knew him as Barbecue Pork, because that was invariably his order. That, and a glass of the house red. He sold her small amounts of marijuana, and that was their beginnings. Their first conversation consisted of odd socks and earrings, and in their future married life, she actually only ever knew him to wear odd socks once. It was at least 15 years later.
He was tall and skinny and bony, with a sharp nose for details.
There was a time when his young boy had come to visit for the weekend. As they left on Monday morning to take him back to school, he became frantic because he had left a teaspoonful of suntan cream back at the house. His mother would kill him, he said over and over. Kansas, who had lived with the boy's mother, knew and understood that no matter what, they had to go back and get the cream. Dorothy was bemused, and in typical Spanish fashion, shouted and screamed, all to no avail.
They went back. The lotion was retrieved. The Mother From Hell was unappeased and continued to make life miserable for all and sundry.
http://www.opals4sale.com
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