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Im not sure if I am ready to move on from poop and fart posts.I've about beat the marriage horse to death.I have been trying to think of nice things to say about my Grandmother aka old bag.I started on something awhile back and couldnt finish.I realised she is bitter and vengeful so I suppose my post about her "rear end" problems will have to suffice me for now.Weird...every story I have is filled with everything that has to do with butts.Whether its butt cracks,incontinence,poop in the shoes or farts.I thought a person outgrew this in elementary school?

I have one that involves mud! I dont think theres any burping,farting or pooping involved in this.Though we shall see.

Summer time My best friend Lisa and I are walking to her house.As we get closer to the corner we spot Gerry O'Connor and these three little boys.Then we hear "bomb um..its girls"!! And mud balls are hurled at us.We take off running after these little shits.Lisa catches the little fat kid, grabs a handful of mud and smears it all over his face.Hes squirming like a dishrag...she had a good grip on that kid.Of course he starts to cry he can dish it out but cant take it,she lets him go.Lol, he was a mess! I caught Gerry what a wuss...skinny little red headed kid I had his arm behind his back and since Lisa already had a muddy hand she gave him a big muddy splat in the face.It was like poetry in motion.She even got it in his mouth served the little creep right.We got a good laugh out of this....and the funny thing is Gerry was our friend.He was a little light in the loafers,but a good kid.We never saw the two that got away they could be in Albuquerque for all we know.I am pretty sure I never saw them on the side of a milk carton.

In the 7th grade Gerry gave me his word that he would pray every night that I would get big boobs.What a liar....I went from no boobs to mud flaps.How ironic.

Side note.....Gerry was a kid that always had a lizard or two in his pocket.Not dead ones live ones and he usually spent lunch recess hunting bugs for them.When I look back its like Gerry was part of the lizard of the month club.He brought different ones to school every week.I wonder what ever happened to Gerry and if he learned his lesson about throwing mud at girls and if he still carries lizards in his pockets?