Thank God for Chucky Cheese, from Someone Homeless Somewhere Near Seattle

May 10, 2008 08:43 AM

Hey Beautiful,

There is a kid here at The Benedict House and his parents do have a sense of Humor. The kid's (in his lower twenties of age) name is "Fellow."

I wonder is he was a girl if his parents would have called her "Fawn." The kid looks like a dorky Spark's kid. A true Star Trek Geek's Vulcan love child,

(if Vulcans could love). Fellow has black hair cut in Vulcan fashion and black eye brows that have that Vulcan look. Of course his ears are earth normal rather then Vulcan normal.

He says he always went to Chucky Cheese. He is a happy guy (i'm holding back from the obvious pun.)

I tease him from time to time with the right crowd of guys around, "Fellow? How was playing all day at Chucky Cheese go today?"

Thank God that with Chucky Cheese products of love children like Fellow, we in America do have hope for a better future,

And yes, I mean that.

Oh yes, I heard on the morning news that a guy gut stuck in the mud near the Purdy Spit while digging for clams. Did you see him? The fir department finally had to use a fire hose and water pressure to dig him out.

May 10, 2008

Women's Softball, a new sporting spot for Benedict House,

Hey Beautiful,

Call us Pervs. Our new thing now is watching Women's softball, women's hard bodies. These women if with willing legs that if wrapped around anyone of most of us guys here, those legs could kill us resulting in a happy death. . .

God I miss a woman's legs wrapped around me . . . baby . . . oh god . . . . us . . . you . . .