You forgot a birthday. Well, it looks like you made up for it. lol

Sam, I hope you’ve learned your lesson! Maybe invest in a calendar? Lol, God forbid you forget an anniversary. 😉 Great read, just enough to get the blood pumping.

xx ~P.G💋

Hoi hoi
Love this one a lot. Really good write.
The corners of my mouth have a will of their own and keep on turning up.

Did you ever considerate writing a song to the accompaniment of slamming doors?
If you are not going to do it, I will.
Well, honestly someone’s got to do it huh?

I’ll be on the look out for your next.
Kind regards, Gus

That story sure illustrates a great way to show forgiveness.

im sorry… I hope that heightened sense of arousal didn’t get you in trouble. ill go hide somewhere so you dont find me

Cotton Candy is called Fairy Floss in Australia.
“She tastes like fairy floss”
Fact or fiction, you’re writing is always terrific and always grammatically correct.

🌻

Thanks. I think I need to find more meaning in my life. I post everyday and have put together 2 books that no one has read. It’s starting to seem pointless. I may take a break soon or just give up.

Hoi hoi
Love this one.

I went to a lezzie bar (one of the first in Amsterdam) with a lady friend of mine. It wasn’t really common for a guy to be there and my bum was lovingly slapped by some of the women on their way to the loo.

That’s why I know that there is always something going on in the loo.

My idea for you would be to drink a little less and love a little more. Love as in making love.
And never give up trying for happiness and very good writes….

But hey, it’s only me. I read your writes no matter what.
Kind regards, Gus

Keep on write and keep on tasting the cotton candy. Don’t give up.

I don’t know if I ever grew up. Losing that spark of silly just seems tragic to me. Glad you stumbled on this old gem. Made me smile 😊

Thank you dearly my friend! I so need all this feedback! You and Willow have lifted me up today! It is I who need you!

You??!! Grown up?? Highly doubtful, not with pup-pies running around or with fishbowl gup-pies. And I am guessing you are good friends with that ‘flying’ Peter and his pixie friend. I think we “older” folk need a slogan or motto, something like “The older I gets, the younger I feels” (in mind if not in body…LOL). And of course we will also need a theme song, this poem will do quite nicely I think!!!! Go, FlatDaddy, GO! Keep on rockin’ tha stage!! And the crowd ‘snaps’ galore.

Curt