And it can't get up.
Right about now we would be sitting on the porch in Seatuck having a cocktail and waiting to go for dinner. We cooked a few times and went out a few times. It was very relaxing.
I miss it.
It is all a blur. So to speak.
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Day if rising?
One by land, two if by Seatuck
and I on the apposite shore will be.
Night if falling never falls above the Arctic Circle,
Unlike those who gladly go below the bus for Urkel.
I get it now. It's that weird 18th-century typography that turns "s" into "f".
A modern typefont still used today as the integral sign in mathematics and which stood for sum. link
A man's got to know his limits.
We might get a little stormy warmy here. I am scare scare.
I have been waking up in the middle of the night with some of the strongest hardon's I have experienced.
I push on it but am afraid it could break.
I am to tie tie to jerky jerky though.
I had a dream last night that someone was sucking my hog and my hog and sack were seee through and I could see the chizz chilling in the bag and then going through the shaft and shooting into the person's mouth.
tits.
Dining out with Jim and Lisa would be a very interesting TV show. Hit the joints, tell stories, laugh, talk about the food, eat the food, drink a bit, tell stories from childhood and earlier adulthood.
Recap the night in a cab on the way back home.
What about dining with me Haz.
We could talk about tits.
tits.
A travel dining reality show with Troop and his better half would work.
Titus gets particularly needy prior to big storms. It's tied to the barometric pressure.
I hope those cocky Gloucester fishermen stay in port this time.
Sure Titus. "Diners, Drive-Ins and Tits".
Titus, you might want to include EBL on your dinner and tits conversation. EBL, having four tits, might be able to weigh in on the topic with some expertise or inside gossip.
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