
Originally Posted by
Times Roman
to each his own....
and the story could end
.....and he grew old and never new the joys of parenthood, nor the joy of the same nice woman having your back, through thick and thin.
.....and as the bloke continued to age, he started to realize that he had no one to sit by his side to fish with, no little arms reaching out to him for a hug, no sniffy nose to wipe, no one calling him daddy, no one to ask him why the clouds are white, or how do birds fly
.....the years rolled by, and he began to gray... the cheerleaders no longer noticed him, and he had no interest in them. He lived in his little house all by himself, ate dinner by himself, tv by himself.
.....the bloke passed away a few years later, and with no family, he gave all his gold to charity. Everyone thought what a generous, great guy he musta been.......
.....cept no one came to his funeral, and no one wept, not a tear was shed.
The end