tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9819058.post5711413587658011371..comments2023-11-30T16:23:24.416-05:00Comments on NANEPASHEMET - The Source of Truth and Solace in a Troubled World: Playing with PainJohn Nestorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09495046898021062998noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9819058.post-23744764892726856582007-07-19T16:41:00.000-04:002007-07-19T16:41:00.000-04:00I see you have a keen sense of the internal goin's...I see you have a keen sense of the internal goin's on, neighbor. I myself am aflicted by flairs in my prostrate gland, a most troubling development. I was recently at a convention in Music City (Hoo Ha!), and had occassion to converse with a most charming philly, whom I was, of course, beguiling with my wit and tales of bravery. As I sipped my white wine spritzer, I felt a dull tingling in my wedding tackle, followed by such a burnin' sensation, akin to when momma put oil o wintergreen on our privates for thinkin wicked thoughts. I was a tearin' up. Quickly, I excused my self, and sought to relieve the pain and pressure, only to find the garden hose was like my pappy on a corn likker jug - not workin'. I chose at this time put my mow bile phone to ear and make like I was speakin' to an executive type, so as to give the impressionality of bein sharp to attending to such with diligence. I played through the pain, as you mention. Seeing as I was a fine athlete and all. Body of a 40 year old, I am told, by the fellow lookin to snap my picture down there in that Fidel Castro district in the city by the bay. Shucks, I'm all ablush, must be that second spritzer . . . . Voices in my head, gotta go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com