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Played thighs went down

The exact phrase I plead repeatedly to my promiscuous wife.

Sounds like it is fair to characterize. If the guy has been climbing for "twenty years" and reacts that way, I wouldn't want ANYONE to climb with him. Well... maybe Chaps.

One hump or two?

I don't know... MEC, is that a latin rhythm in your head?

No, she's a militant advocate of flat feet

Yeah, E.A. Poe had the same affliction.

I ate there and almost died from food poisoning. I refer to that place as Buffet the Vampire Slayer.

...of cunsequence?

Is there any other?

Great rhythm in here today.

Only if I sit too close... ...like in the Prius.

Only if scooped fresh from the eviscerated bowels of a snaffle. Snaffels are the only creature able to olfactorially locate this rare foodstuff, and since snaffles are impossible to domesticate, you gotta kill 'em and gut 'em.

Is my Freudian slip showing? I'll just slide it up under my typo-cumbersome-bund.

Make great bacon-bits, eh?

Gotta go get gourmet gastronomy out of micro.

Yes, dear. Yeah, also, it's pertinent when you see him pull his hand out from the back of his pants after a fresh ass-crack-scratchin'.

musta been a Freudian.

Fuck

as evidenced in your writing, but, with regular ups and downs in its protrayal.

Me, I'm fixin' some buffalo with brown rice, asparagus, and tamari.

That sentence is poetic in its rhythm.

No, that would be a cloven toe.

Silly isn't it? When everyone knows those who drive a Prius are wanting a hummer... ...it's just that the steering wheel is too close.