• HAMMEDARY

    From David Dalton@21:1/5 to Colonel Edmund J. Burke on Tue Dec 4 02:16:06 2018
    XPost: uk.religion.pagan, alt.traditional.witchcraft, alt.astrology
    XPost: alt.religion.islam

    On Dec 3, 2018, Colonel Edmund J. Burke wrote
    (in article <lVdND.11632$182.10510@fx11.iad>):

    HAMMEDARY

    I enjoy my shopping experience at my local Food-4-Less, which is sometimes like a whirl through a Sunday Walmart. I’m fascinated with the caliber of folks I run across there, both at Food-4-Less and at Walmart. (I hardly never ever go to Walmart anymore; the nearest location is too far a drive for this old codger.) Nowadays, my Walmart experiences are strictly those of an online shopping nature.

    So I was saying, here I am at Food-4-Less, taking a gander at the sale hams over in the center isle display of the meat section. Center isle: the one I always manage to crash my cart into, which always pisses me off. I'm taking inventory of hams, and exchanging a few pleasantries with a Mexican woman whose figure mocks an overstuffed burrito. She works there.

    Looking aimlessly around, I spy a stunning looking girl wearing the traditional hijab, and she’s headed in my direction. She’s probably a Somalian immigrant, a recent addition to our surplus population here at home. She looks to be a shy twenty-two or thereabouts, with perfectly smooth light-coffee skin, whose color deepens only slightly around her sable eyes and slim Cupid ’s bow lips. Basically, she’s got a standalone face, the kind makeup won’t possibly improve. Face: oblong, like a northern European. A high forehead. Picture of perfection. A Nubian Mona Lisa?

    When she looks my way I smile a little timidly--and she smiles back. I fell a little lightheaded. When she draws up beside me, I beget some casual comments regards the ham sale. Then her ambience hits me full force. Her voice is soft and mild and most pleasant. Polite as a princess, which she could have been. She introduces herself as Kaaha. The rest of her I appraise in bits and pieces as modest decorum permits. She shows off a general lean youthfulness that even beneath the cascade of her clothing is undeniable. I imagine her wearing one of those big afros and a micro Minnie skirt, like back in the 60s. All that beautiful, chocolate, naked skin.

    Well, I soon run out of conversation, and now I’m feeling a little nervous. "Hope you have a happy holiday, or what’s left of it" I say. For a moment it seems like she’s almost disappointed. But she only smiles.

    I watch her walk off, feeling a little like the fly fisherman who’d lost the prize winning Tahoe tiger after a long fight. But, like I said before, young girls don’t even see us old guys really. Not like they used to thirty or forty years ago. Nowadays we’re, like, almost invisible to them in our venerable antiquity.

    *I often lose my sense of direction when in the presence of extraordinarily beautiful women. They always tend to throw me off balance, like a feeling of not knowing where I am going. Really, though, in the final assay, it’s all about knowing that a young African princess like Kaaha would surely have me calling my doctor regularly, for an erection lasting more than four hours. Bye.

    ;-)

    I guess if she is Muslim she wouldn’t want any of your ham(s).

    --
    David Dalton dalton@nfld.com http://www.nfld.com/~dalton (home page) http://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page) “I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
    I need a love reaction/Come on now baby gimme just one look" (B.S.)

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  • From Colonel Edmund J. Burke@21:1/5 to David Dalton on Tue Dec 4 19:12:09 2018
    XPost: uk.religion.pagan, alt.traditional.witchcraft, alt.astrology
    XPost: alt.religion.islam

    On 12/3/2018 9:46 PM, David Dalton wrote:
    On Dec 3, 2018, Colonel Edmund J. Burke wrote
    (in article <lVdND.11632$182.10510@fx11.iad>):

    HAMMEDARY

    I enjoy my shopping experience at my local Food-4-Less, which is sometimes >> like a whirl through a Sunday Walmart. I’m fascinated with the caliber of >> folks I run across there, both at Food-4-Less and at Walmart. (I hardly never
    ever go to Walmart anymore; the nearest location is too far a drive for this >> old codger.) Nowadays, my Walmart experiences are strictly those of an online
    shopping nature.

    So I was saying, here I am at Food-4-Less, taking a gander at the sale hams >> over in the center isle display of the meat section. Center isle: the one I >> always manage to crash my cart into, which always pisses me off. I'm taking >> inventory of hams, and exchanging a few pleasantries with a Mexican woman
    whose figure mocks an overstuffed burrito. She works there.

    Looking aimlessly around, I spy a stunning looking girl wearing the
    traditional hijab, and she’s headed in my direction. She’s probably a
    Somalian immigrant, a recent addition to our surplus population here at home.
    She looks to be a shy twenty-two or thereabouts, with perfectly smooth
    light-coffee skin, whose color deepens only slightly around her sable eyes >> and slim Cupid ’s bow lips. Basically, she’s got a standalone face, the >> kind makeup won’t possibly improve. Face: oblong, like a northern European.
    A high forehead. Picture of perfection. A Nubian Mona Lisa?

    When she looks my way I smile a little timidly--and she smiles back. I fell a
    little lightheaded. When she draws up beside me, I beget some casual comments
    regards the ham sale. Then her ambience hits me full force. Her voice is soft
    and mild and most pleasant. Polite as a princess, which she could have been. >> She introduces herself as Kaaha. The rest of her I appraise in bits and
    pieces as modest decorum permits. She shows off a general lean youthfulness >> that even beneath the cascade of her clothing is undeniable. I imagine her >> wearing one of those big afros and a micro Minnie skirt, like back in the
    60s. All that beautiful, chocolate, naked skin.

    Well, I soon run out of conversation, and now I’m feeling a little nervous.
    "Hope you have a happy holiday, or what’s left of it" I say. For a moment >> it seems like she’s almost disappointed. But she only smiles.

    I watch her walk off, feeling a little like the fly fisherman who’d lost >> the prize winning Tahoe tiger after a long fight. But, like I said before, >> young girls don’t even see us old guys really. Not like they used to thirty
    or forty years ago. Nowadays we’re, like, almost invisible to them in our >> venerable antiquity.

    *I often lose my sense of direction when in the presence of extraordinarily >> beautiful women. They always tend to throw me off balance, like a feeling of >> not knowing where I am going. Really, though, in the final assay, it’s all >> about knowing that a young African princess like Kaaha would surely have me >> calling my doctor regularly, for an erection lasting more than four hours. >> Bye.

    ;-)

    I guess if she is Muslim she wouldn’t want any of your ham(s).


    I bet she'd want the one between my legs.

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