Tower Of Babel

Rahtid…the blog circle is really quiet these days. Nuff authors a beat book, others, like miself, jus naw post regular. No longer can I rely on this circle to provide reading that is interesting/entertaining on a regular basis……so it go. All good things must come to an end.

Anyhow, let me see if I can break the silence, though I really doh have nutten fe gie you any kicks…I must admit….then again…we will see….

Driving on the road to work yesterday, I got caught at a traffic light which seemed to change rather quickly, so it took about three changes before I could pass the intersection…yeah, there was a whole heap o rass traffic. So, I had a little time on my hands and started gazing around while waiting to get through the stop light. I saw on the sidewalk a ‘tick bird’ (I think they are properly called Cattle Egrets). They get the name tick bird from the fact that they are often seen in places where cattle graze as they eat the pesky ectoparasites called ticks that plague cows. (Yes, I know you may be saying to yourself…who gives a fart!?)

Anyhow, I discovered yesterday that they do eat more than just ticks. There was the bird…(btw they are white with longish necks and yellow beaks) who semed to be almost getting his rocks off as he had something long dangling from his mouth! Eventually, I could make out four pairs of legs attached to the dangling morsel (thanks be to the new pair of glasses)…..it was a lizard. I smiled to myself and thought….I wonder if they eat Croaking Lizards? Personally, I coulda use a few of them birds up by the yard to nyam off the likkle dinosaurs we have up here.

So, there I had it, a fine example of the food chain at work…or predator prey relationships…eat or be eaten…on display while waiting for the traffic light to change.

The next item I am going to touch on…..the bredrins may relate to……..and it kinda has to do with eating as well…of a slightly different kind…

On the weekend, one of my male cousins who I hadn’t seen for a while passed by the yard. We were sipping a beer on the patio. He is now 26 and just about to finish a Bachelors. So, I asked him how the scene with the lasses was coming along. He said he had met a ‘newish’ girl in the last few months, and that they were a bit more than just ‘friends’. What he meant by that was that dem was a gwaan wid tings. I said, fine, long as you both mekking sure that what you doing is safe. “Yeah man…dat kriss…..boots every time.”

He then started to chuckle…. I asked him if he had a joke to share. He said….well, not really a joke as such, but mek me hear what you think about it. He said that one night they went to the movies and when he took her back to her home to drop her off, it turns out her parents had not returned from a dinner party they had gone to. It was about 11:30 PM, and a Saturday night. Of course, being a male, he was only too happy to take up the invi to come in……

They settled in the TV room and got comfy, as well as touchy feely. He told me that after a few minutes, he was getting kinda ‘hard up’ and was trying to buss some serious kissing, but he noticed that she would turn away from his advances each time. Eventually, he asked her what was up. He told me that she went on to say that she thought that kissing was nasty. Course, he was a bit surprised, but said he didn’t force the issue. They continued watching TV and she had her head in his lap. My yute tells me that after a while, feeling the warmth of her head in his lap, he started to rise up again.

Rude bwoy tells me that eventually, she turned to him and released the zipper of his jeans, and took out the terrorist…..who he reports was getting harder even though he wasn’t sure what was next. Well, lass gave my yute a good blow……which he said sent him through the roof. Minutes after he was finished, the sound of her parents car was heard and so, they zippered up and continued watching TV. He spoke with her folks before they retired and eventually he left about half an hour later to go home.

Next day he called her and they chatted and he asked her about her feeling that kissing was nasty…but she seemed to have no issues with giving him a blowjob…..She replied that she still feels that kissing is more personal and doesn’t like to do it. Strange eeh? Anyhow, whatever the case, my cuz says he has no complaints…..can’t say that I blame him still.

Anywayz, there is work to be done…let me done the slackness and go get ready. You all have a good day.

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