tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969424548171959750.post4640616266560125224..comments2024-03-15T17:41:26.645+00:00Comments on Sport Is A TV Show: The trouble with boysFredorrarcihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03660428641031747616noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969424548171959750.post-61336135620550281952008-12-10T14:48:00.000+00:002008-12-10T14:48:00.000+00:00No, Grufnik, thank you.No, Grufnik, thank <I>you</I>.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969424548171959750.post-20418681836388688862008-12-10T07:08:00.000+00:002008-12-10T07:08:00.000+00:00Tnanks for using my photo!Tnanks for using my photo!Grufnikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16263341943589675949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969424548171959750.post-62250919420952917402008-07-30T22:10:00.000+01:002008-07-30T22:10:00.000+01:00Thank you for your comment, Fawn. My guess, I'm af...Thank you for your comment, Fawn. My guess, I'm afraid, is that Sminky is no longer with us. I found this letter in the attic whilst looking for something else, and thought it interesting enough to post. I guess its themes of love, infatutaion, betrayal and suspiciously enlarged crania (I'm extrapolating with that last one) ring true at any time and at any place.<BR/><BR/>I wish I could provide some answers, Ste...<I>Fawn</I>. I suppose it's one of life's eternal conundrums, like whether to gently bunt your problems and sacrifice yourself or give them hell and whack them into that distant ivy-covered wall of oblivion. This letter seemed to be on its own, so I don't know how Sminky's situation turned out, but if I find any more of the correspondence I'll be sure to post it.Fredorrarcihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03660428641031747616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969424548171959750.post-52159045882316704992008-07-29T17:53:00.000+01:002008-07-29T17:53:00.000+01:00You said it, Sminky! I'm just a simple girl from ...You said it, Sminky! I'm just a simple girl from the American heartland, and can't use pretty words like you, but I wanted to say that pert'near everything you wrote about Francois is also true of my Sam. My head knows better, of course. But it's my heart that calls the shots. <BR/><BR/>Before Sam, the guys swingin' for my affections were like boys. Sam was different -- a full-sized man. And he could take me places with those big limbs of his that those saplings just couldn't. But Sam was/is an addict. He tried to explain that everyone else these days was, too, but I tell him that even if that was true, it still don't make it right.<BR/><BR/>I have to confess that it may be partly my fault that he turned out this way. If me and the rest of the girls said we just wouldn't put up with it, maybe he and his abusing buddies would stop. But I'm just not that strong. He knows I'll keep seeing him. We both know he's insincere when he talks about cleaning up his act, but somehow I let it slide. <BR/><BR/>Please keep us posted about you and this Francois of yours. If you somehow find out how to have it both ways -- him without the junk -- please let us know. In the meantime, I'll just enjoy the package I get: the strong jaw, the bulging biceps, and the lies about kicking the habit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com