allthumbs Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 It’s a grey day…bummer - but then there’s always this little filly to brighten my outlook. Quote
jkrueger Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 Your pussy is at the door and wants in ... Quote
RobBob Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 What's wrong with that picture: There's a cat on your premises. What's right about it: At least the cat is outside. Quote
allthumbs Posted November 19, 2003 Author Posted November 19, 2003 funny thing is that my front glass is skyscraper glass...dark mirrored on the outside...all the cat sees is itself. narcissistic beast Quote
RobBob Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 ahh, and the old telescope on the waterfront...best viewing is on warm summer days... Quote
catbirdseat Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 Trask give the phrase, "Thar' she blows!", an entirely new meaning. Quote
allthumbs Posted November 19, 2003 Author Posted November 19, 2003 hahaha, I love it when the pilgrims are about 1/2 way to Camano and they think they're outta spotting scope range. Seen some kinky shit out there on the water, I'll tell ya... Quote
lummox Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 look like low glare so the porch skeet shooting outta be great. pull! Quote
arlen Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 (edited) Yoiu don't need one-way glass--nobody can see you masturbating from outside anyway: Edited November 19, 2003 by arlen Quote
ScottP Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 arlen said: Yoiu don't need one-way glass--nobody can see you masturbating from outside anyway: Quote
scrambler Posted November 19, 2003 Posted November 19, 2003 (edited) Can't judge a book by its cover. All I want to know is who killed the snaffle? Edited November 19, 2003 by scrambler Quote
Dr_Flash_Amazing Posted November 20, 2003 Posted November 20, 2003 I'm suspended now hanging in the gray of a weather-beaten town December rolls around lays a blanket of herself on the ground where comfort lives in sound like a gun laying cold on the ground no way to spell it out there's still much to say of a gun left do-o-own most of me is elsewhere wondering shall we hear a song or shall we live one? soaked to the bone I'm suspended now hanging in the gray of a weather-heavy cloud soften my face and bow to bid my farewells to the ground for now part of me is sinking and pondering hope is a gracious term aligned with the faith that reason has a course to take may it be the just one, until then ... I will drown (DROW-OW-OW-OWWWN) and go down without a fit how glorious is it? bound in sound (SOU-OU-OU-OUUND) even and weightless, and free from wrist to wrist - HWM, "In the Gray" Quote
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