tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405051021303762714.post7660354982475404825..comments2023-11-28T13:23:54.713-06:00Comments on Your Man For Fun In Rapidan: Letters To The EditorBrad Zellarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14794486622610791227noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405051021303762714.post-6120545123908294902010-01-02T12:00:52.089-06:002010-01-02T12:00:52.089-06:00I pray Kenny S. has emptied his tank, along with o...I pray Kenny S. has emptied his tank, along with our dogs, more than once in our yard. I do NOT want him to be "pussy-whipped" for not doing so.casanguinethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11578778441366648435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405051021303762714.post-56141736581225961112010-01-01T02:12:15.455-06:002010-01-01T02:12:15.455-06:00Once I found a large burrito on my enclosed front ...Once I found a large burrito on my enclosed front porch, which (when I sent my husband out to poke at it with his toe), turned out to be a very small man wrapped in a big blanket. I couldn't bear to kick him into the street, but wasn't willing to let him in my house, so there he stayed for what turned into half a year. As we primarily use our back door, he mostly went unnoticed and I must admit that other than offering the occasional shower or leftovers, his needs didn't concern me much. Thus I failed to consider how he was to relieve himself. That is, until one sultry afternoon when it hadn't rained in some time and I was met with the unmistakable stench of urine as I passed the bushes outside our front door. As our squatter closely resembled my one true love, to this day I wonder how many of our neighbors caught a glimpse of his bush business and what they may have assumed to be my husband's strange proclivities.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00044985662202125061noreply@blogger.com