Ken Schilling:
CLASS OF 1982
Midland Park High SchoolClass of 1982
Midland park, NJ
Secondary Hearing Impaired ProgramClass of 1982
Midland park, NJ
Lyndhurst High SchoolClass of 1971
Lyndhurst, NJ
Lyndhurst High SchoolClass of 1971
Lyndhurst, NJ
Nutley High SchoolClass of 1941
Nutley, NJ
Ken's Story
Life
My Spouse
It's rather a long story, do you have time to read?
My Pets
Speaking of pets, it took me a long time since I broke up with my old girlfriend from LI....DAMN! I haven't been dating alot until I met my wife back in 1985. Anyway, it was a lot of stress on my pets...NOT that I would ever have sex with my pets...but they don't know that. When you're horny, you give off that vibe. The animals run off and hide when you come home.
My neighbor came back with her dog, who's a little confused. He came back with that cone they put around the dog's neck, and he looks at you like, "What happened?!" And you have to tell him, "Well, you were the one who wouldn't leave his ass alone! I tried to warn you!" The doctors always give you that bad-tasting salve that you put on there, but I don't even think that salve is for the dog. I think the salve is just a practical joke that the vet is having on you
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DOCTOR: "Well, you rub this on his ass..." ________________________________________________________________________________
Me: (gives an uneasy, hesitant look): "OK"
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DOCTOR: "Twice a day!"
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Me: "Awww...Expand for more
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They give you the salve to put over the dogs stitches, so that eventually the dog will stop licking his ass, because the salve tastes bad to the dog. Hello?! He's already licking his ass! What could that salve possibly taste like? Worse than ass?! Worse than dog's ass flavor? Our brain's aren't big enough to imagine that kind of flavor. Maybe its his small brain, but the dog's still thinking, "Hey! This tastes pretty good!"
I remember one time when I was depressed, a friend told me, "Dogs are never depressed." (I don't know why he said it, or why he's even my friend.) Why are dogs never depressed? I think its related to brain size. Have you ever seen a three-legged dog? It doesn't even faze the dog! I mean, if I ended up
losing a leg, I'd be like, "That's it! It's the end! It's over, and all because of that
F****** LEG THING!" But if a dog lost a leg, he'd be like, "Well, I guess I've got three now!"
I mean, what kind of advice could a dog give when you're depressed?
"Have you ever tried laying out in the sun.... for a real LONG time?... And then go sit in the shade?"
Have you ever eaten your food so fast that you don't know what happened?
Have you sniffed a butt lately?
Which sort of brings me back to my old girlfriend problem... DAMN!!!
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