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|    Joe "Koo-koo for Kavanaugh" Mahoney to All    |
|    Memries of Dad...by Joe Mahoney Joonya..    |
|    11 Mar 20 05:27:52    |
      From: joemahoney1950@gmail.com              My lumpen lovers of the livid lichen, I thought I'd give the ole X-Box a brief       rest to shaya some memries of Dad (Joe Mahoney Seenya) with you. He was, afta       all, my wole-mottle. And afta you read this reminiscence (sp), he will surely       be yours, too.              Well, as a memba of the US Armed Forces, Joe Sr. was quite intimidatin. And       when I usta have friends ova, and we was sittin at the dinin woom table eatin       hot pockets, mini pizzas, raw Nestle's cookie dough, and case upon case of       Mountain Dew (made from        corn surp theyafore quite helfy), sometimes afta he'd had 5 or 6 scotchies,       ole Dad would mosey on ova to the table, hep himself to some of our estins,       compliment my (Joe Joonyaq's) cookerin, and shaya a few War Stories with those       of us lucky enough to        be in attendance.                      Yes, ole Pop would regale us with Tale's of the time he and his platoon of       buffoon's was assigned to defeat South Korea. He was tuff and theya was mush       bloodshet. But Dad did it, ridin around in his Sherman M-15, ascendin up Mt.       Fuji, crashin through        the Jungles or TaiPei, wrasslin Chairman Mao into submission, shottin down       them Japernese Zero's, and blowin apot the Great Wall. Ole Pops din't rest       tills he was awardet the Purpler Hott, and made a national hero. Then, when       his ole Scotchie needed        refillin, ole Pops would stagga back to his room, gaspin and puffin, bowl       movements tumblin outta his pance. Then he'd quite swiftly he'd turn around       and remine me: "Joe Joonya, you betta stick wiff dat cookerin. You got a       God-gibbin gift." "I know,"        I'd beam poudly. Then ole pops and I would belch at each othas in faya-wells.              One o my friends, howeva -- or at lease I THOT he was my frien -- looked quite       disgusted and disturbed. "Joe," he said, "Your dad's story doesn't make any       sense. For one thing, the South Koreans were our ALLY in the Korean War.."        "Shurrup," I        commanded quite militarily. Nobody questions my pops Joe Mahoney. He's got       the biggest dildo collection in all of Maxichusipp's."               So there's a fine memory of My Dad, Joe Mahoney Seenya.              Ifya ever wonda where I Joe Joonya got my videogame playin talents, just       reflect on my Dad's war stories from South Korea.              Joe "Large and ibn Charge" M.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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