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I learned one thing early, a painful lesson reaped while I was but a sapling at age 9. My first love: Julie Anne Tovey, the girl down the street, mousey hair, yellow roller boots, red swim suit and fine singer of "Frankie, do you remember me?". Oh! Oh Julie, did you love me truely?
At the end of the summer I cycled like a 9 year old boy on a bicycle down the hill, my short mother cut hair awkwardly bouncing in the wind, manically pedaling my Night Burner BMX. I stopped at the village garage (gas station) and with the money I had earnestly received by digging down the backs of the couches at the old folks home, I paid for and bought two red roses that had been standing in a white, oil encrusted mechanics bucket outside the garage all week.
I had wanted to give her a dozen roses, or even a half dozen, but the old folks had heartlessly spent most of their summer days outside instead of lying comotose on the couches inside. I thought two roses will be good, symbolic, her and I, me and her, she will like that and maybe, perhaps she will for once agree to a snog.
I remember a sweet kiss on the cheek and a smile, before I paniced and ran away. (Oh please chase me!)
Then a few days later I asked her about the roses, she said that one had died and lost all it's petals, but the other was fine. I told her that one of them represented me and the other represented her. She frowned and said to me, "You are dumped, Jamie kisses better than you."
So there is the lesson, never ever ever ever buy just two roses, one will always wither and die first, closing forever the doors of the summer of love.
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There are 16 messages for this day. |
<Axolotl> I got a soundtrack to your bittersweet story. Just enough for a sentimental ep. 1. Needles and pins - the Ramones 2. Strangers when we meet - the Smitereens 3. Hackensack - Fountains of Wayne 4. Caroline no - Brian Wilson |
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<Kumiho> If it makes you feel better, Mort, my first crush told everyone in the school that I liked him and I had to spend the next two years suffering teasing about it until my folks got transfered. |
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<Luminaire> Aww, Mort, that's so sweet 'n' sad. There's a tiny spot on my monitor that I never noticed until today, and it makes the Japanese woman look like she has a bindi. It's in exactly the right spot and everything. |
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<Mort> That's from page 444 of my autobiography "Mort: We all got it comin'", in stores now. |
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<ElvisThePelvis> Funny, I just finished a book titled "Mort: You Have It Coming". Life is weird like that... |
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<ElvisThePelvis> Though I truly thought this was your story: ...www.amazon.com... |
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<Mort> "This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental." Or so he says... I should sue. |
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<ElvisThePelvis> Though I truly thought this was your story: ...www.amazon.com... |
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<ajiav> ha! according to that link, Mort isn't even real...created by some guy named Terry Pratchett! |
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<Kumiho> Then... MR. Pratchett is really Mort! Terry! You're an awesome writer! PLEASE come to ORYCON this year! |
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<ElvisThePelvis> If Terry created Mort and Mort created us, then all reality is based on a lie. |
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<Mort> Pretty much. |
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<mypalmike> Great story today! I think the moral of the story is to buy a dozen roses and seek out some group sex. |
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<Mort> Happy Birthday Little Niece Heather! Born today at 2am. |
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<rio> how can i draw a perfect manga work |
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<David Byrden> Rio; the first thing you'll need is punctuation. |