Why do we give/get bun?
Hello Readers:
Thank you all so much for the wonderful responses to my columns. I have been promising to share a few of these with you and that will be coming up very soon. My heart is filled with much joy as I write because my Chilean brothers have been freed from their underground prison and will once again see the light of day. I could not exist in a confined space without modern conveniences with only members of my own gender for more than two hours much less ten weeks, so I cannot even begin to understand what it is they were going through. I hope some brilliant scriptwriter does their story, since I’d be very interested in knowing how they made it successfully and what kind of hardships they endured.
Speaking of hardship, a news anchor was overheard jokingly saying that the wives, sweethearts and ladies-in-waiting were all congregated at the mine site to await the return of the miners. Hey! Oh to be a fly on the wall in Chile. They need to keep a celebration party called ‘Wifey and matey link up!’ with music played by Chile’s top selector DJ Bunnerman. Of course, at the recovery site, the wife will walk out, be publicly embraced and do television interviews, whilst the matey has to stand up in her place until all or most of the media attention has died down at which time she will receive her affection and attention. But the eternal question always comes back to haunt me: “Why do men or women for that matter, cheat?” Is it genetic? Could it possibly be caused by an air-borne virus? I think it must be contagious; otherwise so many people would not be inflicted by it. Easter or not, bun seems to be the common staple in quite a few persons diet, and it has no restrictions as to who receives the pastry. Old, young and in between have had to wonder at some point in their relationship… Hmm.
Cheating is not just sexual either, because if one partner is online chatting up someone outside of the significant other and typing things that should be reserved for their ears only, then that is cheating even if the ‘Internet lovers’ have never once come into physical contact.
I always maintain that everybody living has got, is receiving, or will soon be getting bun. Chuckle heartily if you insist, but I just report on reality as I see it in the streets. I personally did not receive that booster shot as a child that would render me immune to the bun virus, so I know I’ve probably been bedridden with it on a few occasions. If any of you know where they dispense such a drug, please send me a link elvachatalot@yahoo.com. I would love a sample.
God created all of us equal, but there is one gentleman that drinks at my favourite watering hole, Escape 24/7, that is less than pleasing to the eyes. I won’t call him ugly because he is somebody’s pickney, but I’m sure when he was born the doctor slapped him in the face mistaking it for his tush. My handsome-challenged brethren is involved with a nice enough lady and has at least two other ‘ladies-in-waiting’ that hover around every now and then to get their five minutes of fame. How on earth does he even consider giving bun? I would think that he would be busy building a shrine in honour of the dear lady, who decided to do her good deed for the year and be with him, and worship at it hourly. But if some of the sexiest women in the world could get bun, then what about me with my irregular shape?
I know my male readers are going to be upset with me because I’ve somehow made this into a male-only saga, but I’m fully aware that you have some women who give generously too. All I’m leaving you with is this: If you are not dedicating time and effort into caring for your main garden and it is not being overrun with weeds, it stands to reason that someone else is helping to maintain it. Have a great weekend folks. Avoid mines.
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