Marchin Along thru July
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Posted:Jul 27, 2020 3:22 pm
Last Updated:Jul 28, 2020 7:04 am
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OK we have slogged thru half of another year and I have gained absolutely nothing. No gains just treading thru time. I get hornier by the day but I don't deem to do anything to alleviate the a situation. One can only masturbate so many times effectively until his palm is hairless . I miss being able to drive and am tired of no longer having a drivers license and having to take my Jazzy every where I go, as it does nt navigate stairs to well
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Is it False Advertising?
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Posted:Nov 17, 2017 1:59 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2021 12:45 pm
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A woman says she wants to be licked! When you get ready to lick her she says NO, NO, NO I really want to be fucked, not licked! Is that fair to the guy who wants to lick her?
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Random Thoughts
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Posted:Nov 9, 2017 9:12 am
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2017 11:34 am
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ONCE in a while I have thoughts mysteriously flitter into , and I have the need to my usually in active and mostly empty mind. These thoughts must often be evacuated, much like ones evacuates the bowels or bladder, to avoid experiencing a major back up of the brain. I find myself in such a position now, with these two unrelated blockages.
Blockage number one :Kevin Spacey.
For a number of years I have been a big fan of his acting skills, and had no thoughts relevant to his sexual preference. That preference is HIS and does not effect me, nor the brand of coffee that I imbibe. Mister Spacey may live, closeted in his own world, or join us in our world, or he may live on the stage of mankind, It does however piss me off to discover that he is also a pedophile, and that he finds in "coming out", that his sexual preference is an acceptable excuse for his mentally warped proclivity to involve under age 18 individuals to satisfy his desires. Sexual preference is no a crime, his pedophilia is a crime and should be dealt with as such.
Blockage number two to be addressed at future time.
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A Short Song
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Posted:Oct 28, 2017 4:48 pm
Last Updated:May 1, 2024 4:57 am
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Me and you just a layin' in the park
Me and you are playin' after dark.
Layin' ther with my hand between your knees
runnin' up and down and goin' where I please.
I feel your juices squirtin' on my hand
Your breathin' gets hard as you lay there in the sand.
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Weener or Tongue Waggings
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Posted:Jun 8, 2017 10:47 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2021 7:34 pm
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I was entering hour 4 of another 8 hour shift, at the local pawn store, fuel stop, and bottle shop, on a sweltering August evening. The sign out front blinked 92F at 7:19pm, when she walked in the doors and asked if we had a restroom she could use. I gave her the key, pointed back outside, and told her it was around the corner of the building, in the back. She thanked me, winked, and sauntered out in the general direction of the facilities. I turned my attention to the task at hand, Straightening, dusting, and inventorying the shiny bottles of Ripple, Mogan David, Gilby's, Absolute, Cutty Sark, Passport, and the gambit of other brand (and not so brand) names and varieties on the shelves. As I continued performing my duties, my mind kept wandering back to (more like fixating on) the 5'8" blond who had recently grabbed my attention, wishing she had grabbed my manhood. She had placed me in la-la land, and I was only half mindedly doing my job. I snapped back to reality when I heard a voice asking me if I had any 151 in stock. It was her! I stutter yes and ask her what size bottle she desired. She told me and after fulfilling that need, she also told me she needed some Ice and a six pack of Coke. I sold her the items she requested and she thanked me for my help and attention. As she turned to walk out of the store, and my like, she asked me how late we were open? I told her 1:00 a.m., and she walked away as she let go of the door. I went back to my tasks. As I was finishing sweeping the floor at 12:59, I heard the front door warning buzzer sound and looked up, expecting to see an intoxicated patron from the bar that sat kittypampus from us, not yet ready to pack it in for the night, and In search of more refreshment to consume at home or in their motel room. It was however, not a customer of the type I had expected, I was, HER! I told her I was sorry but it was after 1:00a.m. and it was against the law to sell alcohol after that time, It would have been stupid for me to do so , especially with a cop sitting right in front of the store, with his eyes trained on the front doors. She told me that she had come by to ask me for a ride home. I told her I would be honored to take her where ever she wished, that she would just need to wait for me to lock the doors and turn down the lights. She waited outside the doors for me. We walked over to my old, rusty, beat to hell jeep Cherokee, got in and pulled out of the parking lot. As the tires rolled on to the street she turned to me N and said words that sent my mind racing. She said I only asked for a ride home...but I did not specify whose home...it could be yours. I bought another 6 pack of coke and a bag of ready ice, and off we went. Her large bulbous tits, and big round, firm ass were a playground unlike none I had ever experienced before or since. She was to put it mildly very skilled in the oral arts.
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