Someone once told me one of their pet phrases: "Love makes the world go round."
I love word play. It is like foreplay. The words mean many things to many people. And for many of is dyslexic folks, love could the evol or evolve. Live could be evil. And sex makes no sense. Until you realize its a union word. Like pop reversed is still pop.
I don't agree that love makes the world go round.
Sex does. Or more specifically se with the x in the middle. You could put the se to the top and bottom and left or right of the x -- making sure of course es goes to the right and on the bottom.
Makes a perfect circle. I argue that since it makes a circle that it is the only word which can make the world go around.
I also argue that since men needed X to mark their targets, all women should have one tattooed across their vaginas with glow in the dark ink to ensure in total darkness that their dumb ass boyfriends put their sharp shooter in the correct slot.
Resulting in less pain and misery for everyone involved. Including the large flat surface pancake iron pan that she currently has stashed conveniently under the pillow just in case her red neck boyfriend tries to drive his thick oil rid drill into her ass.
"Just do that wrong, one more time."
"Ah, mama, do that again, that was one hell of a climax!"
"No you crazy, corn huskin, whiskey drinkn, certified red niken dick head, that was a frying pan."
Okay, I making this shit up as I go.
Ever notice how beautiful the woman are in the south? It ought to be a law against them living only in the south or California. Ever wonder why? Your not going to like my answer. They got balls. War hero kind of balls. Hank Williams Jr country boy kind of balls. And a hell of a lot more common sense.
Women have got to compete against trout lines, honing their knives, cleaning their guns, skinning a deer, feeding the cattle, blowing the chicken coup to smithereens with a nitro-glycerine tipped arrow and just plain enjoying life they way we all should be enjoy it. And it is all done by the time 4am hits the city slickers clock to the time Starbucks coffee is served.
Personally, I like the flavor and the kick the country boys like: Community Coffee. Don't even start talking about Seaport. That one is just plain over the top.
What does that have to do with sex?
Probably nothing and everything.
We humans want the square pegs to fit square holes. Round ones in round holes. Its called order, logic and a sense of community.
Mention the name Edwards and Moorestown, NJ and anyone that's left living who was a teenage or an adult between 1949 and 1953 will tell you that he was the manager of the Criterion movie theater there. Owned by Melvin Fox, my father was tasked with filling the seats and keeping the old house running, making money while new fangled theaters like drive ins could be built to replace them.
So, the Mr and the Mrs by 1953 and pretty much made a name for themselves. The Mr buying two acres of land and then telling the founding fathers to purchase the rest of the land in what is still called Memorial Field.
The Mrs. working the ticket stand at the Movie Theater so the couple could purchase a home in town and that they did at 250 S. Church Street. With them came one girl -- the oldest and two boys, the oldest already becoming somewhat of a child hero saving the toddler's life by taking a fall off a 2nd floor stairway.
Not to worry, I inherited a thick skull from my mother and woke up staring down Dr. Stokes mansion wonder how I got there.
Normally, you would expect to have an agreement by association that your parents would tell you who they really are, where they came from.
Not so with this crazy. First, two generations back Edward Steen came to this country, changed his name, had 7 boys and one of them Adolph E. Edwards had a single son from a second marriage and named him Eugene R. Edwards.
Now this is where it gets really crazy. Edward Steen's father Adam Steen also had another son named Adolph Steen and he became a very famous mathematician in Copenhagen. Okay, that's a little sketchy.
But this is even harder to swallow: Edward Steen became a doctor, ran a Field hospital for the US Army and married a Mary Ann Dare. Transpose the er to re and replace the a with a y you get