What the hell happened to you mommy?


I knew this was going to happen some day.

You always hung around on those sleazy rivers like the Fox and the Des Plaines.

Then there were your favorite little hang outs, Salt and Kress Creeks.

And don’t even get me started on the canals.

On all of those you always picked the roughest sand and gravel bars to hang out on.

Those bastard mallards would harass you and beat you, do what they want with you and now they’ve thrown you on the side of the river like a piece of trash.

What happened to that advice you gave me mommy?

Choose your friends wisely…

Do as I say, not as I do, eh mommy?


Well, I guess it was nice to run into you mommy. Nice to know you’re still alive.

You need to get yourself some help, I can’t help you.

You’re too far gone.

You have taught me a lesson here though mommy.

There’s no way in hell I’m going to turn out like you.


8 thoughts on “MOMMY!

    1. Ken G Post author

      I toned it down a bit Bob. I had to remember it’s supposed to be a kid talking to their mother.

      Like it or not, respect must still be shown.

    1. Ken G Post author

      I have one more about geese Jim, but not sure what to do with it yet. They were nesting everywhere and on an island, it got a little creepy. I felt stalked.

    1. Ken G Post author

      Hey Scott, her eyes are on the side of her head. Should have got a better shot. She had holes in her back too. I picture a muskie briefly inhaling her before puking her back out.

      Zommy works. I should have salvaged her, but it’s already weird enough wandering around with my Little Dicky.

    1. Ken G Post author

      You just have to breath in the wonderful air around it to get like this Howard.
      Not sure that’s a good thing.

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