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Friday ketchup
So I get my internet access back to find that the FB is all about death, sex, sewage, and kayaking jokes. As usual, that is.
As for the hurricane, we were really lucky -- 12 hour interruption in cable service is the worst that happened. No trees down on our block (but lots of branches), no roof or basement leaks, no property damage at all, no power loss, no water safety issues. In light of the problems throughout the region, the number of old growth trees on my street, and the overall ricketiness of my old house, this is remarkable.
So I have a lot to be happy about, but the death discussion is making me incredibly sad. My mother died the day after a hurricane, so that the discussion is taking place today is particularly eerie. All I can add to the very thoughtful advice that has already been posted is that if you do confirm that his mother did in fact die, be very sure to acknowledge it, even if he is not a terribly close acquaintance. I remember being deeply hurt that not one person from a group of friends that I met through my college roommate even bothered to send a note. Although I was not very close to them -- we really just partied together -- they had been to party at my house and had met my mother just a few months previously, and they knew that she had been ill for a long time.
Now, to bring the conversation back where it belongs, I did fuck one of the guys in the group, and he was great looking, with a huge, beautiful cock, but not the best lay of my life by a long shot. (That title is reserved for the short, swarthy, average-dicked Ivy Leaguer with the big vocabulary. He was MOT, by the way, and I just want to say that in my personal experience, the Jewish guys have been the best in bed.)
My mother is now turning in her grave -- she loved my irreverence, but really hated foul language.
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