Cooties were a curse, except when the game came along. Wonderful nostalgia expressed. Girls were always saying that I was, "Cute." So, I would respond with, "That means you want to kiss me?" I always scared them away, cuz girls got COOTIES.
I had a fine collection
Of turtles and snakes
Kept behind the shed
I knew you were one of the good guys. Some of my very first pets were turtles and snakes, and I kept them in the shed under our garage because my mother wouldn't let me keep them in the house. (But I often couldn't resist bringing them inside, to terrorize my sister!)
Sentimentalism and melancholy will attract like paper that catch flies, because all of us have, openly or not, our own cooties girls, some of us just don't want to admit it, cos Captain Marvel wouldn't either!
Charming one, my friend.
I do not know if what you write is funnier or cleverer or maybe just damn funny and damn clever. Girls with cooties? I knew a girl once (at least I wrote of a girl) with green teeth.
Your friend, Mark
I know where you're coming from as sports was my first love as a small youngster until around 6 when I had my first kiss at birthday party with a little girl I grew up with. Never forgot her name but after that is lost in time.
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Dayvid
you're right patrick....peculiar is good! gahhh i luv that word...patmedlin
Of turtles and snakes
Kept behind the shed
I knew you were one of the good guys. Some of my very first pets were turtles and snakes, and I kept them in the shed under our garage because my mother wouldn't let me keep them in the house. (But I often couldn't resist bringing them inside, to terrorize my sister!)
Charming one, my friend.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
Your friend, Mark