yes, i mean each other’s mouths.
I would be so honored to have him live on in such a capacity.
yeah, have I mentioned recently I have blonde hair? He was all the lovin’ cuddle bumpin joy of my sister alone. Mostly. . .
She dated him on and off for several years - then married James - but we won’t go there.
That made me laugh out loud.
And throw up in my mouth a little.
Did you ever meet Ron’s family? If there’s anything that would be better, it would be a whole passel of Rons.
Did his career advance beyond BK?
What was Ron’s favorite book? TV show?
I’m gone for Ron, that’s for sure.
I promise to post another story tomorrow - i gotta space these out so y’all get to savor each one individually.
Huh?
More Ron!
Hey… more Ron. Moreron. Moron!
Had to post so I can subscribe. I need more Rooooooooooooooooon!
I think she means, “I had a blonde moment when I typed “brother” instead of sister” in the original snippet. He and my sister were the only ones groping each other and licking each other’s faces…well, except Ron may have had a few other lucky ladies on the side."
That’s how I read it.
Would “passel” be the proper collective noun? I would think something more appropriate, like … a swell, or a prick … or maybe a brag. A brag of Rons.
Did he have a mustache? I’m totally picturing him with a pornstache.
That is a perfect descriptions.
We had someone like this at work. His name was Ron.
Ooh ooh! My ex-mother-in-law’s ex-husband was a Ron!
(Or should I call him my ex-husband’s ex-stepfather? Jeff’s mother’s ex-husband, Jay-Ron? That’ll work.)
Anyway…
Jeff really liked tools. He had a lot of them, and was always buying more. So, one day, Jay-Ron told Jeff that he had access to special deals on tools, and if Jeff wanted, he could hook him up. Jeff said “Great! Tell me more!”
So Jay-Ron explained that he was a member of this club, see. A special and exclusive club just for tool conoisseurs. So Jeff asked him the name of the club.
“The Craftsman Club,” said Jay-Ron proudly.
“Excuse me?” said Jeff.
“The Craftsman Club! One of the benefits is that you’re entitled to special deals at Sears.”
Jeff shot me a look. I feigned a coughing fit.
Sears was sending us “Craftsman Club” membership cards practically every week. The Craftsman Club is about as exclusive as the Shop-Rite Price Plus club.
Jeff graciously declined the offer.
Oh! Oh! I know! I’ve got it.
A Mo of Rons.
Oh, and he has to have a stache. In fact, I kind of picture him as something closely related to Gunther.
Ahhh, gotcha. And count me in as wanting to read more Ron as well!
Well…there is this game going on in The Game Room. Run it up the flagpole…
I rarely go into this forum, but this one and the Sitcom/Movie cliche game are well worth your time!
Yeah! Maybe it can even replace my last one, WWSD?
I knowa Ron.
if you caught a 5 lb trout he caught not a 6 lbs , but an 11 lb one.
At work, he interupts the woman who is having a lumpectomy to tell about the ingrown hair he had.
He makes fun of me for only having “one” credit card when he has a whole bunch of them. when I mention that I owe less than $300 on it, and pay it off every month he laughs and goes on about oweing nearly $100,000… (we make the same wage)
He "knowsthat smoking dosent cause cancer… its al the chemicals theyput in tobbaco…
His girlfriend is a model ( she once had her picture in a calender, but works in a donut shop.
I could go on, but I know aRon and he can do it better all by himself…
regards
FML
bingo!
So?.. maybe she’s a hand model and her mitts were in a drug store catalog holding some Dove moisturizer. Huh? Huh? Didn’t think of that, did you?
I like Ron. As long as there are Ron’s in the world, I can still be a total ass but look like a nice guy in comparisson.
And I vote for “a brag of Rons” as the plural.
There’s a Ron in my life, but he’s more of an asshole/sadsack than a twit.
Of course, his mama had his sorry ass thrown in jail for selling drugs, so maybe there’s a significant twit aspect to him, as well.
In high school, he bought my comic book collection off me for less than half its actual value because he knew I needed the money. Then he never managed to actually scrounge up the total we had agreed on, so I wound up with even less than the hold-up price we had agreed on. (And of course, I needed the money so I could take my girlfriend at the time to the prom, but then she dumped me, so I was left with no comics, no girlfriend, and not nearly enough cash to make either of those two things less painful, but that’s a different story.)
Several years later, he was in the armed forces (I forget which) and went in for a hernia operation and came out half-vasectomized. Snerk.
Then, there’s the going to jail part, but that’s totally a brought-it-on-himself. Word to the wise: if you owe your mama money and you’re coming by that money by selling drugs and she knows that and she’s a Grade A Bitch … keep those payments pretty timely.