another dem posting. well, it least it gives him SOMETHING TO DO since his life is one big contribution to society.My dad was a Baptist minister in Georgia, carol, and he lived his beliefs. I had to wear boys shoes and long pants and a workshirt every day and once a week dad would run a clipper over my head so I could look as much like a boy as possible.
We held church Wednesdays and Sundays but the story I'm going to tell took place on a Tuesday. We were "home-schooled" so Dad took me to work with him. On the days he wasn't preaching he was a carpenter, like Jesus I guess, and I'd carry his tools, fetch his coffee, stuff like that.
I didn't see it happen but somehow dad managed to zip up his penis in his fly and he was skipping around, cursing, screaming at the top of his lungs. Finally he saw me watching him from the doorway and he screamed for me to help him so I ran over. And then I saw what he'd done. He'd obviously tugged hard and the zipper pretty much had divided the thing fully halfway up it. There was blood, carol, a LOT of it. But I'd been taught to be brave so I took a hold of the zipper with one hand, and the serpent shaped head of his thingy and I pulled as hard as I could. Dad screamed then, "THE OTHER WAY! THE OTHER WAY!!!" Well, I was only thirteen and I was flustered so once he calmed down a little I took a better grip and got ready to take another shot at it. This time it went better but it was a struggle let me tell you!
do you think he attends one of those online colleges?