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I have room in my inbox if anyone wants to send me a bizarre PM. Am willing to reciprocate, i.e, I believe in equality in sending and receiving.

Who's complaining?

How many other people have come across peeps doing the wild thing in the woods? I walked all the way up the 70-foot tower at Heybrook fire lookout, near Index, and this couple, completely naked and fully engaged, didn't hear me or feel the tower swaying (which it does when someone is ascending)--guess they thought they were causing that motion. They were much more embarrassed than I. And, well, rightly so. I wasn't the one with my ass and dangly-dopper hanging out.

Pink is the new black.

Well, OK, so long as he pats down the hair that's sticking up, and takes off the rubber dish-washing gloves. They give me hives.

"Olyclimber leaves his stuffed animal on the route again." At least is wasn't the rubber chicken this time.

I believe the tag you want to use for this site is (rather than <...> as in regular html).

You people are too shaggin' much.

What the....??

75 years. I admit I have some unhealthy habits, and have a fair amount of health problems in my parents and grandparents. Still, that's not bad. Of course, any of us could go any time. Better live it up while you can! Thanks, Sobo.

Truer words...

Weren't mullets outlawed a while back?

i love those things I hate those things. They never work for me.

Wait, what the hell am I smiling and moondancing about? I'm 40 copulating years old today. Urrggh, I hate when that happens.

Um, thanks?

Now that's more like it.

Oh.

Um, where on you exactly? And, thanks!

And hey, look--my post count almost equals the year I was born. Kewl.

Hey, don't I rate anymore around here, or what?

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I think it means you subconsciously fantasize about kidnapping Olyclimber and making mad passionate love to him on the side of an interstate highway while a group of aging hippies look on.

<groan>

Out in Arlington there is, or was, a dairy called "Byle's Tit Farm." Honest.

I love it when you talk that way!