Recent content by OysterBay

Today, I am teaching teenage boys that, to live in fear is what it means to be a slave. I have faith these kids will learn from me.

Definitely better. 1979... while on a quest for Lemmon 714s I fell madly in love with a blue-eyed blond Georgia peach. One morning I awoke in a drugged out haze on somebody's living room floor, and there she was... straddling me. I could not believe my eyes. Prettiest girl in the world was...

I agree, **** politics. and current events

sorry I don't understand the question. Was this a question?

My biggest regret in life is hurting the people, who hurt me. First. Sorry if that does not sound sincere. I do regret hurting them. But they did hurt me first.

Thanks Fast, for hijacking my golden NY childhood memories with global annihilation vid. Now where was I? Ah yes. Prettiest girl in the world. Tiger Lillies... And ping pong balls. At the county fair. If you could sink a ball into a goldfish bowl, you won not only the fish, but also a shiny...

Not for me. I slammed my motorcycle into a rolling dump truck, got dragged a long damn ways and in that moment, the only thing that flashed was curse words. Not my life story. And so I am back from the grave, to tell you all, the last thought in your heads when you die, will be swear words.

I want to say, I can help you with that. But I can not. However... I will quote one of my former bosses who said "Oyster, You think women are sexy? Picture women on a toilet. Taking a dump. NOT so sexy now, eh Oyster?" and I thought, Yes you are right about that boss man. I do see your point...

I think, Mr. and Mrs. McMansion, have raised the cost of living so effing high that, Nobody earning under 6 figures, can survive within a 1000 mile radius of their gated golf country yacht club communities. I think, their affluent presence has Priced-Out everyone who is not filthy rich

1962, I was a fetus in my mother's womb. Cannot recall much about that time

No. Yes. Maybe? Sorry I moved off LI in 1988 so I really can't say. Edit: My first true love's ghost just reminded me, I actually moved off Long Island in 1978. To Atlanta. And impregnated her. She is correct. But I moved back to NY, and then moved out again in 1988 to Florida. They say You...

I hate youtube but love Frampton https://www.frampton.com/

Sweet hot summer days soon turned to bitter cold nights... The flowers and berries withered and glazed... The girl of my dreams disappeared. Snow fell, ice covered the lake, and We'd all head over to Bear Mountain Inn, for Christmas family gatherings.... https://visitbearmountain.com/ Ok now...

Per your request hollydolly, I shall continue to drunk-wax-nostalgic about my summers spent at Roaring Brook Lake, NY. Best days of my Life. Precious and Priceless. Pure Magic it was. Bats skimmed the water surface at dusk, chasing dragonflies, as night fell and the sky turned pale blue, burnt...

Time for a jaded old man to wax nostalgic in his beer. Summer of '76.... Tiger Lillies, blueberries and black-eyed Susans lined the lake shore... and sweet laughter echoed across the lake surface as girls turned cartwheels in pink pajamas in the soft cool evening grasses.... A young boy...