Pity Party
When I was a kid, sometimes I’d throw a fit or pout when I didn’t get my way. My mother used to tell me “Well why don’t you just go pout and eat worms”. It would piss me off, but it snapped me out of expecting any pity out of her.
My mom didn’t care much for pity parties. I owe her. She taught me how to man the fuck up at an early age. It’s hard for me to realize sometimes that some folks never learned the value of manning the fuck up. I believe it’s caused me to come down kinda hard on some people over the years. That was wrong of me.
So in honor of those people who I may have judged harshly throughout my life, I wanted to make amends and throw them a virtual pity party. I doubt this blog will be read by them. Lord only knows where some of them might be nowadays. I see it as some form of internet message in a bottle I guess.
So, without further delay, I cordially invite anyone and everyone to their very own Pity Party! If your looking for a shoulder to cry at, here it is. We’re here for you and you can cry all you want. After all, this is your special day. A day without judgment or scorn. Nothing but the best sympathy here so come on in and wallow!
We’ve got music and we’ve got snacks (if you like worms).
Come on everybody and join the Pity Party!
I am a very early riser. I like to do all my thinking, and work during the quiet hours, when most people are sleeping. As a result, I get up so early that the local birds are pissed at me, since I get all the worms… 🙄
luckily we now have trolls to tell us to eat worms.
(was being ironic)
Yeah, I kinda lost it last night. I just can’t stand a liar.
I am not much for children, especially young ones. Whenever I see or hear them crying or screaming in public, I always whisper (hopefully under my breath?), “You should have another – that way everyone can hear it in stereo.”
The pictures of young crying children brought a smile to my face: thank you Moosehammer.
I’m here for the pity….
I’ve got a 30-something with a surgically broken foot and strict no walking orders, two grandchildren (one of them is 2 and the other is pre-teen) running amok, a dog with a liver infection, three other dogs jealous because of all the special attention he’s getting, four huge loads of laundry including the whites (oh, how I hate the whites), no job to go to to get away from it all, and I’m attached for life to a Republican. To quote a Queen song line…For my life still ahead, pity me.
Did I win?
:love:
Malignant profiles.Too many of those showing up here now,makes me get the urge for going,but it’s just an urge.
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How in the fuck did my comment just disappear from here???
Im not sorry if you found my account disturbing. Whats disturbing is that whoever did that..Forget it..Ill make the comment again. But I have to step out a moment
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Im not really sure what all this stuff about midnight trolls, liars, and whatever other nonsense these outstanding gentlemen have to endure, so I have no comment about that.
Hunting poachers in Africa wasn’t that much different from being in a war. The guys we went after had all the things any modern day military unit would have. But that’s also another issue. The thing that caught my attention was your mom’s suggestion for worms.
Hunting poachers could easily entail sitting and sleeping in trees that had things living in them for which we have no names. Rivers that carried blackwater fever, and other viruses that can liquify all of your internal in less than two weeks. And there were also times we ran out of food. Lucky me my partner knew how to find food in places where there was none.
Stir fried maggots may seem a little greasy at first, but basil, garlic, and lemon make it something that’s like throwing a party for your taste buds…
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I always miss the fun on here lately!!
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I need you to pity me for THAT….damnit!!! 😉
I pity everyone who is not me!
I pity the fool
This town could sure use a party like this.
Just adding to the pity party soundtrack…. 😉 !
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I am so sad. I am late for the pity party.
I love eggs from my head to my legs. All of my friends do too. Feed em dog food 😥