Darvlay

Originally posted by smw6869
You brought up poo pooing while thinking about Darv. It's in yourendo.
Ok. i'll just consider it a freudian slip. Tee Hee! Maybe you should think before trying to be funny. Maybe you should stay in the bad mood mod forum.

Granny.

Originally posted by Crowley
Ask Darv what he does for a living, then you'll understand.

Not everyone who talks about excrement is a closet homosexual, you know 😕

Originally posted by smw6869
When you're taking a dump and are thinking about a particular person, one wonders. If this is an on going joke between you guys, then i was wrong. Darv certainly doesn,t need me to help him...he hates me.
Now i wonder what he does do for a living. Hmmmmmm!!!!! I think i stuck my nose in some deep dump.

Granny.

Originally posted by darvlay
You need to know someone to hate them.

Played a few games with him. Seems like a nice person to me.

Originally posted by slimjim
Played a few games with him. Seems like a nice person to me.

Originally posted by mikelom
He played a few games with the Brits, tried and lost! 🙂

His principles I disliked. 🙁

I never knew him personally. However, I hate him and everything his distorted mind stood for. 😉. 😏😏

Originally posted by smw6869
I think i'm in even deeper dump now!

Granny.

Originally posted by mikelom
Adolph?

I never thought I was going public with this.

Time changes people.

Darv and I met in the 60s in San Francisco, one hot summer day of July, right in the park where I was sunbathing. I remember as if it was yesterday. He was wearing no t-shirt, bare footed, only with his jeans. He was playing the frisbee with some black panther friends. You could wash some clothing on that six pack of his.

Suddenly, the frisbee landed next to me, and then he came. If iPods would have been existant at that time, I am sure the perfect soundtrack for the moment would be something from Karen Carpenter.

Anyway, he approached to pick the frisbee and I stared at him, not knowing if to complain for blocking the sun or to share a dubbie with him. He said "hi" with that twisted smile of his, and I replied "hi" as well, not sure if my blush was too obvious. "You're not from around, are you?" he continued, to which I replied "but I am now".

He then threw the frisbee to his buddies without even looking at them, and took a seat next to me.

To be continued...

I forgot: His chest was all covered with tiny pearls of sweat.

Originally posted by Seitse
I forgot: His chest was all covered with tiny pearls of sweat.

Originally posted by Crowley
This is a very important detail.

Originally posted by Sunburnt
The guy that all the office nags love to gossip with at the lunch table.

Originally posted by Crowley
Ask Darv what he does for a living, then you'll understand.

😕