The Dying Wish of Alderdich Chaucer

To whom ever that would read this letter,

I have lived a happy and pleasant life. In my one hundred three years of age, I would say that I have had my equal shares of accomplishments and misfortunes; and that even though things were that way, I am so happy that everything still turned out quite the way I wanted things to be. I would like to thank all the people that had made my stay on earth, more than I could have ever imagined. I would like to thank first and for most, the love of my life, my wife, who has been with me for the past seventy-five years, and had never complained about a single thing. Even though, I know that I have not given to her everything that she wanted, she stuck with me and I know she did because she loved me with all her heart. To her, I am forever indebted and I would like her to know that wherever I would be going, she can count on it, that I would be waiting for her. Secondly I would like to thank my two lovely children for giving me the hardest times and the most enjoyable moments of my life. It would kill me if life won’t turn out fine for them since I would regret not being there when they would need me the most. My loving children never fear life for life is just the start of something beautiful and amazing. Lastly to all my loving friends and relatives I hope I would always be a part of your lives. I hope that somewhere in your minds you will always remember me and the life I have lived. To all of you I am really thankful.

Three Kinds of Sausages

“How much of a man do you think you are?”

Sounds like something that would sell a new Axe perfume or a male enhancer supplement doesn’t it? But the truth is, this is a question that I would like to go out to all the suit wearing, beard shaving, weight lifting, condom wearing, “SON” of a some married couple . . . yes I’m addressing this question to all the sausages out there who think that they are one hundred percent all beef!

I believe that it would kill every man to find out that they are actually a lot more of a woman than they know it. Most experts would say that males are actually seventy to sixty percent male and thirty to forty percent of the opposite. With that said, most of the egotistic male readers of this entry might start thinking of sliding their mouse button somewhere to the top right portion of the screen and clicking that tiny little red button with that “x” in it. But if you just try meeting my three good friend and finishing this entry, then you might just realize what I am trying to invoke upon you dudes.

The God of Speed . . . Not So Godly After All

I met a man in school one day and he calls himself the Flash. I only got a few minutes to chat with him cuz as we all know duty called for the Flash; but in those few moments I got to know a lot more about the Flash than I could have ever imagined.

He was a small young fellow, about as tall as an average dweller of the state, around five foot three I would say. Physique was good; one would know that he is agile, quick and strong. His skin was that of native color and his hair was shaved like that of an US Marine. He had a ring on his finger . . . married, but had to leave his beloved in the province, obviously because he had to work in the city to support her. He had no offspring, only his wife to give him love and security. Hearing this, i started to grow pity for this man.