Whatever Happened To Walker? ©

Whatever happened to Walker?
Where has he gone and who’s sitting in his place?
Whatever happened and what’s wrong?
Where, where has he gone?
How far and for how long?

He was here and then
Where did he go?
Where has he gone and who the hell are you?
Where, oh where
Where has he gone?

What kind of trouble is he in?
What has he done and can he still run
Whatever happen?
Whatever happened to Walker?
Oh, Whatever

You people are a tough crowd.
Why wouldn’t I put a post like the last one?

Scratching head

My everyday life is like that.
I just show you a tiny bit of it.
Mostly the weird bits and I don’t always swear.
I mean I have to go out in public to and be as anal as the rest of the world to get something out of it.
See, I haven’t cussed a word out yet.

Today for example, I had to take D2 to the doctor because she was in agonizing pain because it that time of the month had rolled around and she get these cramps that have her screaming like a banshee and banging off the walls.
That’s not a good thing when your sitting downstairs stoned out of your mind listening Tom Jones on Michael Manning’s blog.

So I took her to the doctor today so I had to be the concerned father and act the part.
She hasn’t seen a doctor in 13 years.
So I find a clinic close to here and we headed off for her appointment.

D1 joined us for the trip there and all the way there she was asking me if I was going top behave.
What the hell does she think I’m like in public?
I can be civil, professional.
I mean I went through the whole phone book to find her a doctor then book her an appointment for the same day.

We find the place and we walk into the waiting room and the counter where the receptionist took her name and health card number.
After we sat back to wait for her to be called.
I was sitting next to a guy with purple hair and a staple through his nose.
I’m thinking; I’m glad I’m not his old man.
Next to him was some guy who looked like he was lost from the Saturday Night Fever set.
Just then a doctor steps out and calls out a name, the kid with the stapled face stood up and Vinnie next to him said he was his father and left with him.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Doris Day was the mother.

We sat around for about twenty minutes when the door opened up and the father walked down the hall holding a zip lock bag containing a urine sample at arms length followed by a worried staple face teen.
The doctor then went in and called out D2’s name and we stood up and followed him into the examination room.
We entered the room and he closed the door behind us and we found a place to each sit.
The doctor then asked her what the problem was.
She dropped her head into her lap and said nothing.
The doctor cracked a joke and she smiled but still said nothing.

I’m saying nothing.
I mean, he is asking her right?
I can mind my own business…….
Yes I can and I can watch my language thank you very much.

The doctor tried a few more times and got a few barley audible mumbles out of her then he looked at me and said, “What’s the matter”?
“Her pussy’s broken”.
Well he asked.
After that I didn’t have to say a single word she didn’t want me to do any more of her talking.

And the pictures I posted, it’s not the first time I posted pictures of flowers.
I put up a bunch not to long ago with some of the vases I had acquired.
Speaking of acquiring I found something for Mike that blew his mind away.
It was an estate sale.
Cost him a short drive and three hundred bucks for copper pictures worth thousands and looks great on his wall.
The problem was that it was seventy inches long and forty-two wide and Mike was a small car.
For twenty miles I sat in the front seat stoned holding on this thing so it didn’t fly out the open hatch while he whizzed down the highway while dodging canyon size potholes.
I wish I had a picture of it but I don’t but I will next time I go over.
It’s a scene of the plains of Africa pushed out of the copper.

It’s the least I could do after all the rides he gives me like when he drove me to pick up a picture I bought for my bedroom.
This hot Italian lady had it for sale for a price I wasn’t really willing to pay for but after heated price negotiations we finally came to a price we could both live with and I think it looks great in my bedroom.
What do you think?



So you see, I can write a post without any swear words but I am curious.
Some of you have been reading me for a while and have seen me slowly emerge into boob loving, pussy licking…… myself, here over the last four years and many of you are new and never seen the mellow part of me before.
Can I use the word mellow?
Actually it’s why I have Last Soul, so you wouldn’t have to deal with that side of me either.
This way I can have fun on this blog instead but would you rather I be whom you usually see here or the tamed down version of how I was?

Have a nice day

Walker.